day 317

I lay here
every
almost every
night
almost every black out

You used to hide during the day
Only spoke before deep slumbers
we used to sleep so soundly underneath swaying branches
Used to sway each other like branches
So used to loving you like this

I am not sure if we are still in love.
I am comfortable
Always am with any lover
You have grown so used to calling yourself different
No
Nothing is different, honey.
You can always collect the same sweet sap from any kind of kissing tree.
Just remember to go in pairs
Sleep soundly underneath pear trees
Maybe wish that this pair isn't strange
Maybe we wish too often not to be strangers.