Private Joys

Air guitar and bedroom karaoke,

long walks followed by even longer baths,

Japanese rice balls wrapped in gold paper,

church bells clanging while i sip chamomile tea,

the moon partially obscured by clouds,

a deep breath of fresh air after a day in a messy workshop,

imagining the next visit to that messy workshop,

her brown eyes rolling when I tease her,

one more glass of beer,

one more hour of sleep.

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