Musings, Poetry

A moving picture

by stickysituation

I like the simple nights

where we sit back

leaning partly on soft cushions and

each other

and watch a moving picture

almost as moving as the rhythm of our heartbeats

beating together as if to say

WE ARE UNITED

our limbs becoming indistinguishable in a

tangled mess

those nights where the company of one another is simply

enough –

now that’s what I callĀ a

moving picture.

 

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