💘💘 Wedged Is The Hip Splitter 💘💘
By my parting of these words,
these certain very words.
Herein because, I move it thus aside,
of that and when from you, it is I am.
Certain muscles wrapped around inside,
my fingers do.
The bush my hand upon is fire then ice.
Each leaf is free to move and feel,
it feels the face is red it's buldged blue veins.
And breath sucked in the fingers roam
Thursday, October 10, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: hiding,misty,poetry