The World in my Room


Hiding in my room I think we found the world

And the smoke in our lungs, it soothed-then burned

But the blankets covered us from all that cold

We swam between each and every fabric fold

Convinced we found our place, in a queen-size bed

Next to cyberspace.

The headlights of the cars would share their light

And our silhouettes danced in the pane’s every damn night

But I’m surprised we never caught their eyes

Swimming through your arms and your tender thighs.

We used to lay our heads, against my pillows

As our words echoed with each word we had said.

I think we found the world.

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About Damian Rucci

D.F. Rucci is a writer, blogger, and a musician from a small town in New Jersey. View all posts by Damian Rucci

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