Imagining New Fridge Poetry: Romantic ConTEXTing Poetry

It was fun imagining her,
palms flattened,
leaning against the fridge,
creating new sentences with each gasp.

“Whisper beauty,” she said,
“for tonight,
language
will rock the symphony
of love.”

Better than
the janitor’s closet.

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