beats it right and proper with love with
the meter dropping like the pitter-patter
of tap water tapping on mother's pots and pans
slapping the tiny cold splashes of warm comfort
on my face making my body and spirit shiver so,
so excited as my senses are at home, sweet home
perhaps the tingling that makes me shiver so
is the reason why I call this place home
and still it makes me shiver so,
it's the reason why I keep coming back
Your picture has a perfect correlation to your poem! I enjoyed reading your poem because its professional haha
ReplyDeleteYou really are becoming quite an excellent poet. One question though: is this your own photo?
ReplyDeleteyes it is.
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