We broke my glasses at gorgeous midnight.

Drunk, naked, giggling,

we tried to glue them together.

You held me close

and said sorry.


Let's find more things to break.


  • Eugene S.


  • Goldfinch60

    May that closeness be there without the need to break anything.


  • L. B. Mek

    'ain't those the memories, that distil
    the pure nectar: of love's promise..'
    brilliantly paced! such a great read

    • rebmasters

      Thank you - of all the times I've tried to write about love, it's probably best expressed in this teeny tiny poem

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