Lines worn into my curled hands
Write stories about these barren lands
Cris-crossing my page
With dried, sweet smelling sage
Listening to fading sounds of the band
Tag: curled
The Answer Remains (day 84)
A rare bird
Just flew my way
She screamed my name
And excitement remains
A rare doll
Just winked at me
She seduced me easily
And excitement remains
A bronzed whistle
Just blew it’s lid
It curled my toes
And excitement remains
A sensual cat
Just romanced my night
It calmed my senses
And excitement remains
Excitement remains
There’s no drowning shame
I’m awake with demands
And excitement remains