falling in love with the night.

the night’s skin smells of stale smoke and ocean.
once, i kissed the air with my tongue.
i tasted salt and cherry blossoms.
you hold the nape of my neck as
i drink our surroundings. you make me
laugh over something simple. i spit the last
drops on your naked abdomen.
it drips from my nostrils.
sorry, i say. you wipe away the snot and shrug.
when the night blooms, i lose my footing.
city lights wink in our direction.
i’m drunk on the little things.
like the language/i don’t have/to speak
when telling you with closed eyes
and my heavy head on your humble chest
you are my yellow-trimmed suburban home.

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