Underneath

The sky is falling apart
On us again today,
A subtle ripple mellow overhead.
We keep the afternoon together,
Never-ending Russian novels,
Intricate poetry,
Mugfuls steaming fresh with darkest coffee
(Yours with hazel chocolate colorings of creamer),
Pillows tossed occasionally
For a playful stirring
Of the quiet atmosphere.

Your sweater covers a couple 
Of the couch's cushions
As your mess of crazy auburn hair
Is spilled onto my denim lap.

We share the warmest hours,
Intimate and lazy,
While I pretend
I'm unaware
You're seeing him.

- 4/30/26

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