Challenge
Write a poem involving these words:
~light(s)
~skull
~your
~tattoo(s)
~combat boots
~Aphrodite
Isn’t Much of a Poem
He lies awake in bed,
breathing slowly.
I only smile at him
with sincere.
"Read me a book, dear."
My fingers pick a book.
Aphrodite.
"Sure." He smiles.
I read, he stops me.
"Pass me those combat boots."
Slowly I reach,
accidentally my tattoo shows.
Little birds are revealed.
"You know, Dorothy. These boots tell a story."
He told me he stormed the beaches of Normandy.
Fighting for us.
The lights flicker, but we don't mind.
He's got boots to show, and a good story to tell.
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