It’s a small gift, thisA Poem by daninstockholma poem for my lovely wife
It’s a small gift, this,
You lying beside me While you sleep Your perfume as faint as your breath. A small gift, Your arm draped around my shoulders, head nuzzled into my neck, right into that spot A small gift, Like what I used to get in my Christmas stockings as a kid, Clementines, bought the night before, Fresh and full of juice Nuts, lots of filberts, still my favorite, Small toys that were fun but didn’t last Not that it mattered at the time. A small gift, Not the type that I post about on facebook, Not the type that a cat burglar would want Not like those little trinkets That rich pompous men buy their Mistresses A small gift, best shared in quiet, but oh so cherished. © 2015 daninstockholmReviews
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StatsAuthordaninstockholmStockholm, SwedenAboutTime gives us moments made up of empty canvasses. How will you use yours? Happily married male, American born but now happy to be living in Stockholm, loves to learn and experience new things new p.. more..Writing
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