My words went deep like an arrow I couldn’t pull out.
You questioned
Things believed, and
You panicked upon questioning
Only to find yourself lost
Between spontaneity and
Love.
The pasta is almost ready,
and the movie is stopped
At the end of the previews.
I know you like this shirt, and tonight
We will get drunk
On your favorite wine.
Tonight
We will fuck for hours,
And the arrow will come out the other side.
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