in those nights we slipped
into your house
front room dim-lighted
the old manโs liquor cabinet
unlocked
everyone asleep
and youthful we thought nothing
of taking
slow kisses
sloshing rum Coke ice
into glasses
soft radio
diving drowning
in rising warmth
again
Sounds like bliss… Love the shape of it too!
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I especially appreciate your comment because I struggled with the visual aspect. ๐
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This blew me away and made me wish I could go back to rewrite mine! I love the flow, like the pouring of a drink, and especially “sloshing rum Coke ice.” I can almost hear it all tumbling and sloshing into the glass.
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Thank you, dear. But of course yours was beautiful.
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Sounds romantic to me! ๐
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Thanks, Kathy. How much of that romance is nostalgia…I couldn’t say. ๐
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The good ol’ days! Nicely done!
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Dim lights, slow kisses sum coke ice are the right ingredients for romance. enjoyed reading .
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That’s just a perfectly set scene.
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Nice job. Mood, form, scene — all fit nicely together.
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Thank you. I was going for mood on this but maybe should have strengthened the guilt side of things. ๐
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Your words are so lyrical. What a gorgeous little slice.
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Thank you, Jenny!
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I’m loving the nostalgic spin you’re taking, Jennifer.
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And is it coincidence that these follow a certain milestone birthday? Probably not… ๐
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(Happy birthday!)
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