Chitter Chatter
Nitter Natter
So innocent and yet so?
Just words and ideas
Simply food for our ears
But inside what is it that grows?
On the bus seat we sit
Sat apart just a bit
But the gap ever seeming to close.
But instead I hold in
This desire that's within
And just dream of sucking your nose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem