Matchbook Fireworks
Love Under the Table
After
you
light
our
candle
you
take
the
matchbook
and
fix
our
wobbling
table
my
dear
they
should
have
you
on
payroll
I
am
trying
not
to
stare
at
your
beauty
I
am
trying
to
keep
my
mouth
working
I
am
trying
to
form
cohesive
words
and
sentences
that
mean
something
what
I
want
to
do
is
to
crawl
into
your
suit
with
you
my
legs
with
your
legs
easy
sexy
pleasing
my
arms
in
your
sleeves
my
breath
with
your
breath
our
scents
mixed
together
making
sense
somehow
and
forming
a
new
scent
a
perfume
named
me
and
you
called
ONE
About the Creator
Jennifer True
Hello,
I was living in a remote cabin when covid-19 lockdown hit. I began writing a poem every day as a writing project and have continued on from there. Thank you so much for reading my work and for your feedback.
Cheers!
Jennifer
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