rebmasters

Break

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.

Comments3

  • Eugene S.

    😁

  • Goldfinch60

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

    Andy

  • 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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