Good thing I have fast reflexes other wise you’d burn deep



We were like Christmas baking in my galley style kitchen

Good intent to tightly squeezed to work

We gathered everything we needed



A little conversation to light the stove

And boy did it ever get hot

Filled the home with the smell of love

Then we turned to make cookies

And burnt our hands on the hot sugar jars

Carelessly left on the stove top

So we left the butter unturned in the mixer

And ran us under cold water

Giving up on homemade happiness all together



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That's a good one to

That's a good one to remember. My best liked recipes can never be duplicated. They are always spontaneous. Great analogies here.



...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "


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:) we were pretty great

:) we were pretty great together ;)

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Your imagery here is simply amazing and draws me in so tightly. I am part of this entire experience; it IS my experience! Total verisimilitude!

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wow first of my dear I had to google that word, good on you! that almost NEVER happens! I love learning new words


secondly, thank you I am glad you enjoyed the read, I think there is some form of comfort in the fact that at the very least when life hands me heart break I get decent poetry :)

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