Call her Concertina
She straddles a ballerina
She loves me, she loves me not
Flashes a quirky smile
That’s all she got
Gives it to you
Between pokes
a prelude to a backrub
hand in hand we trod
beat brown
hard down
green shows blue shoes
white socks cut ankle length
calf length
gray blue cream too
we trod hand in hand
but no picture please
I don’t add to the scenery
Curtain fall
Please leave me behind
Much as I supped your tears
Thank you for those tears
Thank you for this retard
And the temperature
Warm cold warm cold
I thank you
2 comments:
There are very few pleasures as fulfilling as being transported to distant corners of the soul as your beautiful words allow...Thank you....
Awww, you are too kind. I should be thanking you.
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