ROMANCE Poetry: SOUNDS OF LOVE, by Mariah Conrey

my bones creak
like newly discovered
basement ruins when
i mount you. we laugh.
you look at me and call
me old. i look at you and think
you’re going to be handsome
as an old man.
after, we fall asleep on
our mess and the room is
silent. i can hear your
ribcage expand and shrink
and my hair twirling
around your fingertips.
you rub my hip creases
and hum in unison
with your touch until
you slowly stop. your
last act of the day
acknowledges me. you’re
laying on your side
of my bed. my head is
resting on your chest
and i never learned
morse code but im sure
the vibrations from
your snores spell out
home.

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