Michael wants to be a poet so I talk him into short verse saying, "Take me on the floor. Save us both right now. And the bed stand besides."
And Michael, knowing how to spell words longer than his fingers, reaches my warm. And with my head tilted to the right I read book spines on the shelf. (I want to be a poet too.)
[Just the necessities for this prompt]
Brilliant. Perfect. Profound.
ReplyDeleteThanks Kerry. The book spines were essential here.😉
ReplyDeleteSo much to love here... so many great ways to make love
ReplyDeleteand poems
Oh this is Fabulous!
ReplyDeleteDelicious. I love it when a story marries and the story marries the poem back, and they live happily ever after "reach[ing each other's] warm". Yum.
ReplyDeleteBare necessities, yes.
ReplyDeleteI think all Michael's want to be poets, or at least good spellers ~
ReplyDeleteAaahhhhhh.
ReplyDeleteShort verse indeed. *grin* here is a future for you as a librarian, or a temple whore, or maybe both? Why not? Keep reading, both of you.
ReplyDeleteDelightful!
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