Thursday, November 21, 2013

POEM - Love (ft. Waffles in the Shower)

It’s the kind of love
Where you don’t walk out on me
Just because I sit in the corner
Late at night
Wearing bunny ears
Writing poetry
Flatulating loudly
And giggling
Uncontrollably

Because I know
When to hold back
When to be quite
When you are nearly ready
To start throwing things
Sharp heavy things
In my general direction

Because I never
Want to give you
Any reason
To stop the little things
Like this morning
When time was short
And you knew
I had to shower
I had to eat
So you brought me a plate of waffles
To gobble down
While standing in the shower
Waiting for the water to warm
A moment of unique singularity
Unfettered by preconceptions of propriety

It’s that kind of love



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