my room smells of mulled cranberries and pot smoke

it is sticky and sweet has the cherry robitussin flavoring that reminds me of deemsters
as i inhale your love
i’ll let the waves of this high wash over me while i fall into that dream
and at the end when this world has turned to ash
i will look at you and we know that we had it all along

no more trainspotting

we are safe inside each other’s parachute arms

as i lay with you and examine your face

i can trace this all the way back to the beginning

before we built these worlds together
before we knew each others secrets
when it was young and innocent and beautiful
before it had purpose, before it was necessary
i can trace this back to before the days where

i couldn’t get through my day with the thought of you
and i fell in love between the freckles in your ear.