Jun 2018
I say
there is a crackle
of some undiscovered magic
when my lips close in on your skin,
fingers on your neck like touching the neck of a cello.
there is a crackle
of some undiscovered magic
when my lips close in on your skin,
fingers on your neck like touching the neck of a cello.
Written: June 2018.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time - very short and it may be extended at a later date. Feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time - very short and it may be extended at a later date. Feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
