There you wereโ
Saturday-soft, coffee-warm, hair still messy from the night before.
We wandered the farmers market like it was foreplay.
Bought soup, soap, and time we didnโt mean to waste.
You said โCome over, weโll make somethingโโ
but we both knew something else was already rising.
Back at your place,
you set the dough like a spell.
Sauce on your fingers, flโฆ
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