in the early days,
the hay days,
the “hey get here and
fuck me” days
when she would
and he would
they felt indestructible
they felt teflon coated
they felt they had
climbed aboard an
invincible narrative
of eternal back rubs
and sex for no reason.
it was the stuff of soap operas
so love was muttered
under the covers then
over breakfast, and
normal was not a word
they thought about
because they were.
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