Little Things

Little Things
Form: Raven’s Rovi Sonnet 68

Darling, I know you now so very well
From the last tender kiss of sweet goodnight
To your unholy morning unwashed smell
It's then I slip downstairs to make some tea
I hear the shower splatter making steam
The cup waits for you to be ready, free
As for me, I step under the hot stream
As it runs cold; Oh well I have coffee
And while I shiver, I can make some toast
Are you cutting your nails, it’s hard to tell
Is that the smell of hair removal cream?
These the things that say our loving is right
The little things so yeuk and a bit gross
When I love you means I love you the most


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