It's those little
things
you tell me
that turns me
sideways,
tilts my world
on its axis
until
I can't see north.
You have humming
those little parts
of me
neglected for days;
tonight they sing,
they beg,
they plead,
they promise
anything
if you'll join the
chorus down south.
Mona Arizona
All Rights Reserved
No comments:
Post a Comment