babe nothing quite as satisfying
as my head buried in your armpit
my shoulder falling asleep
inhaling our funk
stepping over strewn jeans
and empty video cases
eating cookies
made just because
swishing dish water
captured on film
so later you can watch
your honey doing
household chores
in your denim shirt
serving lunch by candlelight
toasted baguettes with
hummus and cherry tomatoes
nothing quite like
love
*Bounce over to read write poem. The theme for the week is clothes.
19 comments:
I love the details and the atmosphere in this
I enjoyed this....especially the word funk :)
I've just zipped around your blog and enjoyed what I've seen....I'm going to blogroll you, hope that's okay.
Hi Jo, I appreciate the nod. Thank you.
I love this! It works so well for the prompt. I liked the funk part too. You've created a sweet, cozy moment.
"Funk" is such a good word there... it brings up a host of associates like bunk, like f*ck, like musk. Drunk, too.
And then there's the atmosphere of the whole poem. Well done...
i liked this too...very intimate, very beauitfully told
I guess I'm out of my depth here, but I like the way you wrote this.
Makes me remember the good ole days.
:P
I really like the way of speaking in this one.
Noah, I'm glad you like it, but are you old enough to remember the good ole days? lol
I could see this as if on film.
(Nice new site look, too.)
a definite sense f familiarity here... life has moved in,, and love is thriving... very nicely done...
love the new look....
I love the intimacy in this, the way you started with Babe, so it seems like I'm eavesdropping.
Hi Linda,
This appears to be one of my most popular pieces today. I'm pleased that it appeals to so many. Thanks for coming by.
No, nuthin' quite like it!! ;)
This bit of verse kicked some butt... nice stuff... ;)
Ach, you're making me jealous. Great poem.
raw and real
"appealing"?!!! who wouldn't want to live this deliciousness!
terrific...
Love the voice of this poem and the vision of love. Chores and sharing snacks and "funk". Love it!
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