I woke in a gold dress
you in jeans.

Morning filled
wine bottles

in the kitchen
ashine with

fine mica glitter
of fish scales and salt.

It was quiet.

We coiled in scarves
outside –

me sugar, you milk.

You said: That went well,
don’t you think?

Sun behind you

I kissed the hole in the light
and said, Yes.

“
— Rebecca Lindenberg, Aubade (via corcordium)
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