birthday.

no fuss.
but breakfast
pancakes,
smutty smoothies,
and a quiet
kiss in the street.

no fuss.
but cleaning
and losing
your keys
in the doorway.
flatter me.

no fuss.
but make love
to me
in the blue
sheets.
don’t stop.

no fuss.
but play fights
and wrestling
puppies;
makes me giggle.

no fuss.
but back rubs
and an awkward
social hunger.
bring me undone.

no fuss.
but gratitude
and a spy
in the street.
was it too much?

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