I like it when
afterwards
--the bedroom
buzzing
silently--
you half-low,
happy coarse, rough
almost-rumble
the words
I love you
even before we've slid
apart and I start wanting
the reassurance.
Author notes
This isn't really a poem, more just a happy drabble, but here it is anyhow.
(I've sort of stopped posting anything here that I might want to publish elsewhere, just out of habit. But hello to my AP friends!)
Please tell me what you think
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very cool. Like the words you use here. happy coarse, rough, almost rumble. Gorgeous!
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It's an interesting "happy drabble" that I can... feel. I haven't been around reading much, and though what I wrote was once that, I'm tired of finding nothing but teen angst. I guess we all have to get it out of our systems though... I can't think of much to do to this. It's fun and says (I think) what you want it to as is, though I won't presume to know what you mean. I like that it's short and that the bedroom is buzzing. I like "almost-rumble/ the words"
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