among dusted spaghetti
and swirls of rich soup,
he held her eyes
his world
punched holes in hers
with the missed call
that long November night
and the one after that
and another..
polaroid memories
in sync
symmetrical at the point
of intersection
but the glitters
on the facade
pointed only
to a secret.
his touch never let go
of the glossy runs he did
behind her back
A contest entry
- #51 Options Contest (: by Walk-Free.
550 points, ended June 15, 11 entries
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Comments
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Now I'm Hungry
Where's the pasta! Good stuff poet.
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"among dusted spaghetti
and swirls of rich soup,
he held her eyes"
such a romantic and sultry write
i thoroughly enjoyed how you merged different prompts to form this beautifulk poem
his touch never let go
of the glossy runs he did
behind her back"
whoosh! i'm blown away
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