My <br />Chanel <br />lipstick <br />seems <br />to have <br />crumbled <br />and <br />I don't <br />seem <br />to <br />care <br /> <br />His <br />pink <br />boxers <br />no <br />longer <br />irk me <br /> <br />we <br />share <br />a bed <br />like <br />brother <br />and <br />sister <br /> <br />and <br />everywhere <br />we <br />go <br />there <br />seems to <br />be <br />an <br />invisible <br />line <br />between <br />us <br /> <br />even if we appear to be going nowhere at all.<br /><br />Ballerina With Fins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/middle-aged-couple/
