in this narrow kitchen
i dream a wild life with you.
out there, he breathes. he loves you.
i taste you and i believe,
every evening, in everything.
i don’t know how we got here.
but if this is where you find me,
this narrow kitchen,
with my heart on my sleeve.
just whistle.
.
nickreeves 
This is very beautiful. Well done.
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Thank you, xx
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Excellent Nick!
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Many thanks, Bob. How that works, I don’t know! Much appreciated. Season’s greetings, my friend xo
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Season’s greetings, to you to Nick!
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So tender, wistful, and lovely Nick
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Thank you, Kim xo
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Whistle as in āwow what a great poemā – just beautiful!
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š Thank you, Ingrid xo
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This reads quiet like a heartbeat, like anticipation. Beautiful.
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ā„xo
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She’s cheating on someone? Or someone long for her but too late because she have him?
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Hm, neither would surprise me, Jessica. They do seem a complicated couple.
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Well that’s what makes humans. We’re a strange beings š
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Bloody hell, my heart now feels all tender.
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It’s mostly a good feeling though?
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I don’t like having the feels (but yes). š
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Eek… ’tis the season to be jolly, too! š
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Welp. My dad died + starving. No jollies for me. I have been spreading cheer tho. Lots in fact…
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Oh, sorry, Delia.
(Jollies can be so overrated, don’t you think?
Spreading cheer though is a little underrated and I applaud it!)
xo
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I love this poem, such longing . . .
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Wow… kind of blown away by this… lovely, Nick. šš¶šµ
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