At Six Months
And as
Six months
Go by
You start to leave
A tooth brush
At each
Other's place
As if
Kissing
And sharing the
Same
Tooth brush
Are different
Hands are held
And bodies
Closer together
At more
Points
In life
Sleep overs
No longer
Invites but
Accepted
Occurrences
Even when
Unnanounced
And the thought
Of love
Flirts
In the mind
Even
In the heaviest
Moments of
Sex.
But go to
Sleep
After it's
All said
And done
To dream
Of what's coming
Next
And well
Wake up
To what's happening
Now
The thought
No longer
But the
Reality
Of this turning
Into a
Lifestyle
Not just any
Lifestyle
But one
One can get
Used to
And feel
Good
About
And that's
About
As much
As one
I guess
Can
Feel
At
Six Months
