January 17, 2024.
We were in a crowded grocery store, bustling on the third
His head jerked - towards mine, eyes wide, lips pursed
“Don’t yell in here!”
But he was yelling
“I can whisper it just for you, if you’d like -
But you’ll have to come closer so you can hear it.”
He sauntered my way, as if we were about to gossip,
and when he leaned his ear in, I nipped it gently
Talk about a sound
Poetry by aidan haskel
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Written on 2024-01-17 at 17:29
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talk about a sound
I hollered that I loved him from about five feet awayWe were in a crowded grocery store, bustling on the third
His head jerked - towards mine, eyes wide, lips pursed
“Don’t yell in here!”
But he was yelling
“I can whisper it just for you, if you’d like -
But you’ll have to come closer so you can hear it.”
He sauntered my way, as if we were about to gossip,
and when he leaned his ear in, I nipped it gently
Talk about a sound
Poetry by aidan haskel
Read 126 times
Written on 2024-01-17 at 17:29
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