Too Tired To Shower After A Fight: for lovers who meet on the front lines. For you, too.

You wear outside like your grandmother
Childless but you are happy about everything coming and the harvest
The bed heavy with all the blankets tonight
No showers no waters
We brine beneath all the layers to feel gritty against our own skins
To smell all the outsides on your knuckles &
My calloused hands washed against your temples and you knowing how to peel away everything unyielding about you and teaching me to do the same / Here
Tonight beneath all the blankets &
Beneath no light is Blackness
These hands &
Those hands &
These comforters

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