Intermingle
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Your Buble' favorites wake me gently before sunrise
I make my coffee a little stronger this time, in your pot
I fold your whites stack them neatly next to mine
I share your anecdote and collect the laughs that are rightfully yours
Tiny hairs in my bathroom sink, long blonde hairs in your brush
New bottles in my shower, your scent becomes mine
Fingers weaving a seamless cloth of skin and knuckles
Salty sweat covers my body, it is yours, mine, ours
Your Buble' favorites wake me gently before sunrise
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Hi Randy I came to check you are still sizzling up the screen and you have not disappointed at all. Yea baby yea!!!!
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I've missed you blonde! I thought about you when I tried to decide which blonde spelling I would use in this poem. :)
Awww missed you too Randy blonde spelling eh, hahaha, I am lost already. :)
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You know, to e or not to e. That is the continental question.
Such a nice love where they become inseparable one...
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Hi Shamel! Its lovely when you can't tell where one ends and the other begins, isn't it?
It's a great feeling to be able to "share," Randy. It's just tough when we go our separate ways and remnants haunt us :( Thank you for the poem as always, you're poetry is awesome!
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Thanks Dohn. Ya the same things, like songs and favorite coffee cups, that seem sweet to share now are the same things that cause pain later as we visit memory road, eh?
This was a pretty cool poem here that kinda got me a little excited. Good work though.
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Got you a little excited? Hmmmm. I was thinking it was time I went back to writing a sensual poem.
Daily life and sensuality. Nice poem! I like it. Cheers !
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Thanks Tantrum. The little things in daily life, in the beginning, are so note worthy. :)
Dearest Randy--I always love to creep over and read your poems, as if I am a voyeur eyeing two fierce lovers--it is good to 'watch' you Randy--I am learning romance and desire your words so beautifully spread on these Hubpages. C'est si bon!
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Morning Sandy :) I AM enjoying a new romance, and the writing poems about it captures these moments it time. I want to always remember what this feels like.
You capture the tiny Nuances of romance, the morning after highlights that make one feel connected long past the delicious afterglow. I have always loved the sight of bras and pamties hung to dry in my bathroom, and I don't ever wear them myself...lol~~~MFB III
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Thanks MFB. That is what I was trying to do. Paint a picture with those little things that are only of note in the beginning of things. :)
Randy, Isn't it nice to share space with "the one'? To allow them in, to overlap and fill our personal voids. Then one day we realize we need more space, their in our space, we've given too much of ourselves. If that day ever comes to you remember what you've written here. Passion reduces many walls and that's a good thing to remember.
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Hmmmm, I guess I'm not one of those space people. Not that I don't enjoy my private time but I love to be invaded and smothered.
Quick and to the point. A lil quickie, sometimes a much needed outlet. LOL I can't see her toes.
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Just the tease of toes ;)
Ah yes, Buble's music reeks of afterglow... :D
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I've come to love his music.
Your images really bring out the feeling of intermingling, those first steps of complete sharing. Lovely.
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I'm glad you enjoyed this one Tom.
Another great, meaningful poem. And Buble', I love him singing Cry Me a River. Even though that song probably doesn't pertain this poem... Still really good.
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He introduced me to Buble', so now its like a trigger. I hear Buble' I think of him... in fact I just started another poem about it.
beautiful closeness..also enjoyed your reading randy
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Thank you Claudia :)
Oh wow, awesome, just like it should be when two people share such closeness.
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Hi acaetnna. I don't do many love poems. I'm glad you found this one.
Very intimate.
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Thanks for popping by QuidsiaP1.
I witness what you are sharing of intimacy, i.e., moving in together, yet sense a growing detachment inside this poem. I reread the poem and I think this line expresses what I mean, "collect the laughs rightfully yours." It's like you have lost a former spontaneity. Also you said folded "neatly" which to me reflects deliberation or even obligation. I don't know. I guess no other comments agree with me. Perhaps I am reflecting on my own experience. But perhaps this is what always happens when commitment becomes part of a relationship. Your poem takes me to a deep place of remembering. Thanks.
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Perhaps you see a premonition that I had not yet accepted. Thank you for a well thought out comment!
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