end of day
At the end of the day,
we meet one another and
speak on all things we fell
in love with in the hours of the sun
the book we read with a whisper,
peppermint scent in the garden,
children's laughter in the park,
the ladybug crawling on the bark
the tail-brush of the cat
—
At the end of the day
We are one heart
that sinks into another,
one freckle of nature combined,
collarbone to collarbone
and even the rustling leaves dip
to keep us warm in their sway,
in the hours of the moon
because love knows love
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