Planting the seeds Roosting for hours January showers Limited numbers Sunburned...
I will not verse on your beauty For surely it has,...
Smell my hands Inhale my growing fingers Grasping your strong arm...
Sweet young birds you are Or butterflies Tasting the nectar of...
Coming for you Lining you up In organized patterns Rubber bands...
I dance with strangers Eating twinkies Fondling my candy Secret numbers...
So simple Avoiding confrontation As if it were some kind of...
A warning Perhaps, yes A forecast Of what will soon come...
I left the queen fleeing From your table She wept as...
Lost souls And frozen toes Voices Calling my name Whispering Or...