we went to your car, the
temperature dropped 30
degrees from wetly humid
to briskly cold, you ran
the heater and it smelled
like old dust from 2008,
you looked me in the eyes
and actually listened while
I whined without calling me
an entitled crybaby, I grabbed
your head and kissed you
quick and hard wanting to
swallow your smile to hide
behind my heart
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Charlotte Hamrick 
Wow, such an explosion of emotion in one sentence! “to swallow your smile to hide behind my heart” is a gem not to forget.
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wow, nice intensity to the kiss and wanting to hide behind the heart…the scene palyed out really well…easy to envision…
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Charlotte, I love this poem. I have a question and please don’t take offence, shouldn’t the “you” in the first line read “your”? Lovely heartfelt poem.
Pamela
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Yes, it should. Thanks, darlin!
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and it smelled
like old dust from 2008…lines like this make a poem stand out…awesome!
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A feast for the senses; sight, taste, touch, sound and smell – and the ending is simply stunning.
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Thanks, everyone!
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beautiful poem, urgent and to the point
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Thanks, Ray, and thanks for stopping by. I love your work!
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