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Thermostats

By redjac ⋅ June 6, 2006 ⋅  Email this post ⋅  Print this post ⋅ Post a comment

I’d have the temperature much cooler to sleep

and the fact that she’d have it be warmer

annoys me

but agreement on climate

is not really love.

Then, she’d live in one place, and I in another,

and the idea of a partner with common goals

suits me

sometimes, but common addresses

are for roomates and co-workers

and lovers cross boundaries that others might share.

That money and odesseys seem to divide us

would bother me, truly,

and send me to elsewhere

but our common path is not found in the wallet

and the things that we share not discovered with thought.

We’re bound not by choosing

not joined by convenience

but by intertwined bodies and intertwined hearts

and by intertwined fingers I’d never let go.