Literature
one for me, one for you
hallelujah, hallelujah...
the vinyl in my sister's room
plays a song just loud enough
for us to hear the melody
and for you to hum along.
your faith was strong,
but you needed proof...
we're laying my twin sized bed,
your naked body stuck to mine
and i can't help but to cry,
always worried you'll leave.
strand by strand,
you play with my hair,
uttering sweet nothings
into my neck over the tune.
and from your lips
she drew the Hallelujah...
the house is quiet
except for that song,
which is on repeat,
and my being is calm.
he leans over into my ear
and whispers "i love you";
i lean over into his ear
and whisper back "i love
you
more".