Lying back-to-back
Consecutive nights averse
If only we'd stuck to our truth
Laying it off chest on chest
Like a stack of drawers
Filled with treasure
I could do my best
Stimulating discourse
As the pores feel pleasure
With surfaces less stressed
Better still, less coarse
Devoid of pressure
I'll be the guest
Through the doors
Of hardwork and leisure
Drenched on the cabinets
From depths of chores
Beyond measure
If only we turned to
Each other with a verse
Like a vase, holding water.
Yours sincerely,
I could be
If only.
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