Beautiful

A Mushy Poem

We’re opening the door to our spicier, messier writing here—smutty stories, poetry, is all a collaborative project with Lemon and Lemonette. This is our shared writing space: part playground, part confession booth.

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Yes, this is me, gently but persistently shaking my change jar.

Beautiful

You really are beautiful,

I feel like I’m in a dream,

Still amazed by how perfect you are.

You’re tipping the scale,

Overflowing—

Half-expecting the balance to break,

Waiting for the weight to shift,

To tip the other way.

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You tick every single box.

Is wasabi still our biggest difference?

The more I know you,

The more I love you.

Let’s not say it every day,

Let’s let it show in every way.

I’m in your bliss Haze.

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You are cute cute,

Like Gadget from Rescue Rangers.

I love laughing,

Every time I’m with you,

Like catching up with an old friend.

Can we be any more on the same page?

Things have moved so fast,

I’m still catching my breath,

My head spinning in the best way.

.~

Majestic to look at,

Like an eagle in flight,

Magnificent,

And a sweet…

We like to joke about becoming traveling writers, romantically fighting over a single typewriter somewhere on the road (realistically: two laptops and bad Wi-Fi). If you help support us, you’re helping us inch closer to that dream.

With your support, we’ll wander, write, and get lost in each other’s bliss.

Have typewriter, will travel.

(Still shaking the change jar.)