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I’d love to toss my laundry in with yours
Or maybe I should leave my favorite bar of soap in your shower.
Each time you undress to bathe
You’ll think about me.
Memories with you form in my mind everyday like the clouds above my head.
Even in church I am thinking about how I like to kiss you when your lips are still wet from swallowing Tito’s and tonic.
Each night The moon slow dances us to sleep after we make love until our legs are all cramped up.
And then the street light stands still, and peeks through your window.
The sun climbs up the wall,
We skip breakfast
And go our separate ways
Carrying small pieces of each other everywhere we go.
True poetry in motion as the words literally lept off the page. I felt like I was watching a scene from a movie…. Absolutely love your use of personification for both of thoes light sources… Very vivid, intimate and even romantic; need I say more?
* 👏🏾👏🏾* bravo!
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