A gentle hand caresses an anxious back
The aroma of our morning coffee lingers longer than the morning hours
The flavors of your Chapstick…Nope that’s for me
A record scratches our soundtrack as we dance around the kitchen
The blue of your eyes–my Alpha and my Omega
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Matthew J. Fromm
Full-time nerd, history enthusiast, and proprietor of arcane knowledge.
Here there be dragons, knights, castles, and quests (plus the occasional dose of absurdity).
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Comments (12)
This is wonderful! So fun, clever, and endearing! Also loved the chapstick cross out line!
Charming and fun little sensory piece, Matthew!
Very nicely done! Paints a lovely picture!
I loe the way you kept things back
This is so beautiful. Well done, sir.
Awnn this one's so cute :) I love it!
I sense another challenge placement in your future. Now the real question is do I bet money line or parlay... And by doing so, will this directly manifest me placing so I then lose the wager because the universe loves that kind of irony?
You outdid yourself, thus flows so wonderfully
Matthew, this is so amazing and beautiful - such an excellent response to the given prompt!
What a perfectly wonderful moment to capture :) Loved it!
Nice poem!
Oh this is all kinds of wonderful, pal! Love the removal of the Chapstick line haha. And its replacement line is even more excellent! Love love love love. Well done, sir!