three word wednesday: drip, hypnotic, sulk
photo: GetDavo, flickr
i love the way you sulk
the lazy rhythmic drip
oozing over
onto my just washed floor
i cannot help but smile
how you still react
to love passing by
i secretly watch
your flaring nostrils silent beat
peeking thru the soft anger
as hurt hides within
i long to surround
the scent of your spirit
folding your fresh washed white shirts
you wore just last week
shall i now apologize
or linger in your telling love
unspoken words only strong men speak
Piece of Pie ala Mode 
love the beginning, as always your choice of words fascinates me, I like that this seeming ordinary relationship with the mention of white shirt, there is a variety of emotions, I don’t know, I tend to read a lot into words
Just brilliant stuff here. i really love this.
That is tender and there is a real sense of somethingelse happening just behind the domesticity. It’s a very real love poem.
lovely poetry!
Wow!!!Just wow
GREAT POETRY
By far my favorite piece of poetry by you. This is beautiful with all its love, routine and domestic life mingling together. Wonderful work. Have a great night.
What a wonderful, beautiful poem. Very intense and vibrant. Great writing!
Oops, I left the wrong link in my last comment. This one should go to my writing blog.