I stand at the sink
your hand trailing down my arm
lips brushing my neck
I turn and lean into you
as breakfast begins to burn
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a few words spewing from my soul…
18 Apr 2020 4 Comments
in poetry Tags: kiss, love, moments, morning, NoPoMo, tanka
I stand at the sink
your hand trailing down my arm
lips brushing my neck
I turn and lean into you
as breakfast begins to burn
whimsy~mimsy 
Apr 18, 2020 @ 21:37:27
Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
#Haiku Happenings #7: Whimsy Mimsy’s latest #tanka!
Apr 19, 2020 @ 00:57:52
Breakfast is overrated anyway. š(Says someone who eats breakfast every day. )
janet
Apr 19, 2020 @ 02:28:45
Haha. Iām sure Bill makes sure you … eat breakfast as well. š
Apr 19, 2020 @ 02:32:33
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