The wine burns my throat
It needs time to breathe
And
The garlic should have cooked longer
It's bitter
I pucker
No water was offered
So my mouth dries
My tongue catches
Against the roof of my mouth
The music is too fast
Too old
Too loud
An attempt at pop culture
Failed
I smell the cat food sitting in the corner
It clings to my nostrils
And
I spot the laundry stacked behind the door
You smile at me
It is the perfect evening.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I love this... It reminds me of my husband and I... very quaint, I like it. It's a bit choppy though, but It's also a freestyle, so it makes choppy seem great. Good job hun!
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The last line made this a very optimistic piece, showing what love is
It doesn't matter if everything else isn't right- love makes it perfect
Thanks for your comment
All the best
Pozo
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