Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2013
Slow
motion -           one side
                          then
                             ­                                  -another
pull the blanket
        over
                     my
                                   head
-look-
                     we're in a tent
                     our tent.
No one else can come in.
Your fingers go all the way
          down
                            my
           ­                             spine
                            ­             then
                            back
                   up.
lm
Written by
lm
1.4k
     lm, Alicia Hubert, Хейли and Tabitha
Please log in to view and add comments on poems