My big blue t-shirt waits
down at my knees.
With your hand, you hug
where body begins and legs end.
With your fingers, you smooth
my tiny afro
and part a seam to plant…
Step right up! Step right up!
Don't be afraid!
The wild beast is too sick
and bruised to harm you.
Besides, what do you care?
You pay good money,
good time,
good energy…
it was beautiful- the shore.
with the wind guiding the waves,
dancing upon the rocks.
as warm winds blew harder
the tight grip of a hand relaxed it's muscles
and patted…
I don't really do the whole blog thing, but I do love poetry. So, for your reading pleasure, if you like my lyrics please enjoy some of my poetry! I will add a new poe…
