...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ch61FWw3XYY

.

.

We lay together,

.

On the carpeted floor -
.
With incense clouds, twisting against the ceiling

.

And your fingers, raised and interlocking,

.

Tightly mocking the in-between bliss

.

As they weave in amongst mine.

.

.

"What do you think the odds were 

.

Of us ending up like this?"
.
.

You laugh.
.
.
"I think, probably," 

.

"Either slim to none"
.

.
"Or guaranteed from the beginning."

.

.

Author's Note

For no one in particular.