Today, I point two firm melons
at you. You latch on, voraciously,
pike baited.
Later, I let you begin,
fine-tuning, looking for your
favourite signal coming through…
But then, wanton takes over –
turns us about, directs things awhile.
Furious porphyry almost wholly
out of grasp.
Then we go home
and have a nice cup of tea.
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3 comments:
Nice one, Babs.
now i understand what wanton means!
Me too, RDG... ;)
Ta Minxie & thanks for the nudge :)
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