A twitch of the toes, A pop of the lips, A flick of an eyelid: I watch as electricity sleeps.
‘Hey there, Mr Conductor. Y’know I can’t resist you.’
Sunday schmaltz - sorry. Soap suds and rubber gloves have that effect. My right hand is wielding a *** scrubber but my brain thinks it’s holding a pen. Let’s call this dishwater doggerel and be done with it. :)