Stutter
Grey gooses flutter
Your hand against my chest
Whispers tickle secrets
I say to you
You say to me
Ear to ear
My hand on your knee
Grasping tightly woven baskets
Bread, butter, pickles, and Jelly
Warmly unkind weather
Hardly the time to test her
I don’t love you
Did I stutter?
Yorumlar