PuddlesA Poem by RogueExperimental/Prose/StoryHe never gave much thought to the ponding water in the past As a young boy he splashed around in them playfully Later as a Marine, humping through them as part of life But this was before her Before the tears rolling down her cheeks he tries to wipe away Before the melted ice cubes on the floor she can never quite catch from the dispenser Before the bright red nose of a cold and the drip, drip that prompts him to hand her another box of tissues Before the irreverent rings her glasses leave on the coffee table Before the sheets have to be pulled from the bed after he makes love to her Smiling, he wipes the floor tile because she can not confine herself to the rug for drying off after a shower "Puddles" he calls her Seeing only the beauty in her streams, pools and droplets As if they're a trail of breadcrumbs she leaves him That will lead him straight to her heart © 2013 RogueAuthor's Note
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Added on July 18, 2013Last Updated on July 18, 2013 AuthorRogueAboutWhat can I say? I enjoy writing. Although I dabble in several different genres, I eventually end up back in the realm of Horror. Both pointing out the every day disguised "Monsters" among us and cre.. more..Writing
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