Elan Mudrow
Smidgens
Lukewarm
Your lover’s voice sounds like water
Pounding upon rocks
Filled to the brim with
Polemics and counterpoints
Swift, stabbing, centered
Overcoming your line of defense
Which was a fake calmness….that
Has always been easily shook up
Forcing you downstream
As if you had a choice
Into a whirlpool of answers
You’re not sure are right
Even when they’re not wrong
You wonder whether you’ve
Been together too long
As if your communication
Is like pouring water into an ice cube tray
You have dreams of hot tubs
And indoor swimming pools
A smooth voice without a ripple
A lover who will always agree with you
You begin secretly searching
For prices on the internet
When you hear the toilet flush
Like it’s angry at what you’re doing
You quickly close your browser
It’s time for bed
Your lover asks you why you
Always drink warm tea before bed
When you could have a cold beer
You argue over temperature
And how hands should
Be warmed up before touching begins
Then you have make-up sex, lukewarm
Leaving wet spots upon the sheets
That started out warm,
but now are cold
You begin to think about the reasons
There are so few hot springs
In the world
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Elan Mudrow 
Oh, how sweethearts turn sour. (Sour-hearts? No, no.)
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“You argue over temperature
And how hands should
Be warmed up before touching begins”
That is perfection.
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Thanks!
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Wow, I wish I could write like this. The imagery stings and soothes at the same time.
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Very powerful! Thanks for the follow, and all the best with your poetry!
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Wonderful images. Tangible degrees of temperature and wetness.
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Sadly so true in some of our relationships, communication so hard to do,,,Well written, I could feel it all,,,,
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Awesome! Chilled to the bone!
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Find someone who makes your heart sing! One life, surround yourself with people who make you feel alive 🙂
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yes
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Reblogged this on wwwpalfitness.
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Made me think of a line from an old country song: “There’s nothing cold as ashes after the fire is gone.” And after the communication is gone. You put into lovely words something that happens all too often.
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Excellent!
So sad because so true.
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Such memories!
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we actually still have ice trays like that. Stainless Steel
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Beautiful imagery, I love the flow and the rhythm…Such a pretty poem 9if there’s such a thing) 🙂 Great poetry! Everyone healed and burned by love will resonate.
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This is beautiful. Felt every word. Very well written.
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WOOOOW!
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Your words capture the essence of relationship, hot and cold, right and wrong–the yearning for perfect yin and yang instead of concession or compromise. I am still reeling from this one. 🙂
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Thanks so much!
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A powerfully written reality!
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“those were the days my friend, i thought they’d never end.”.thank you for the reminder!! wonderous words!!!the image the words unite! inspiring!
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Wow… This is amazing
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Oh…excellent imagery! Liked this…
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Ouch !
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great poetry
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