If You Are What You Love, Then I Am...

Then I am...
The crackling of a campfire
The smell of rain
My son's infectious laughter
Freshly baked bread with butter

I am flirtatious banter
Getting to the heart of the thing
Over cheese fries and milkshakes

I am road trips and mixtapes
The moon in all its phases
I am the deep ring of a cello
And swimming in warm water

I am you, with your sweet eyes
And slow language.
I am the stars
This coffee
This life right here.


By Alix Klingenberg




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