Poems from silverseasurfer
Extremely
X-cellerated
Heartbeat
Inveloping
Logical thought
And
Rushing
At
Thrills
It’s
Only
Now
I can only be happy when I am free. To dance. In my kitchen. Wearing my capris with knee-high socks.
Without my fancy words and explanations? I become weak and naked. I stumble along;
YES I am to blame;
I am to choose to repent?
Body. So. Weak.