on love

de L'Arylequine


I can see her yellow boots
just as I get out of the bathroom.
Few more steps,
and I see her,
with her legs tangled between
the sheets
reading that arsetown’s poetry,
falling more in love with his
than with his personality.
I get jealous at times
(but hold it back) .
I always smile
and kiss the top of her head.

~ O.H.

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