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Morning Papers

Not that anyone really

Reads them anymore

But I bring one home

Back into bed with

Coffee from oversized cups

Warm skin warming mine

We choose stories

Our differences do not grate

And it’s difficult to resort

To rhetoric when the soft

Curve of your hip

Is next to mine

Politics is the operating system of the world

But we’re both just people

And we share values on the right things

Sometimes we debate

The route to a kinder world

And from this bed

We can see the world

The ten thousand joys and sorrows

And the things that upset us

Aren’t so upsetting when

They’re shared.

Until we’re kissing

The pages float like

Falling birds

The coffee cools

Enthused, infused

And the air fills with

Cries of mutual delight



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