If you stay we can
figure out how long it takes.The way you kiss me around
the wrists. Tap messages on my back. Don’t saya word. Write to me only in French. Turn
the thermostat down to sixty and padto the kitchen in socks, wrapped up
in blankets like secrets. Boil a pot of water. Twocups will do. Come back with tea. Steam will
fog between us as we wait under quilts.
(via floatinglightly)