they lay like fat cats on the bed that they finally paid off
shirt bra old socks making a home on the floor
the two bodies sunk into the sheets
he smelled like cotton he always smelled like cotton
she closed her eyes to memorize his face
red hair hazel eyes beard soft skin fuzzy chest
tucking one leg over hers in a trap
arms tightly wrapped in each other
happy not alone safe
10 50 100 1000 years would never be enough
he smelled her hair
curls overflowing like suds in a tub
better than the books movies comics
partner-in-crime
lover
confidante
best friend
family
laying on their cheap-ass Walmart comforter
she met a student once, confident and self-assured
who remarked how pathetic it is to look for love to fight loneliness
but isn’t that the point
who would want to be alone
stuck in your own head day and night
isolated
the universe bearing down on that point between your shoulders
better to have his hands pressing her into him
piercing the pain points
agonizingly sweet
and then snoring once more like a bullfrog
Photo: Snug_Stills by Stephen Straub [Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs]
Christy Leos 