Paying for lovers just to see them grin and walk away with my money stuffed in pockets time kept in lockets escaping without a trace to nibble on crackers the crumbs still in the bed too lazy I lie in a honey covered sunray pastries through out the day like pastures gentle strokes hills soft wind twirling the tips of the trees a swing on the porch sliding my heels accross the wooden floor the shadow of a ghost looking through my window paying for love since I am in such a good mood the Texans won one of my pieces reserved only for the exclusive poetry groups I am a member of some private and by invitation only just this one.
Posted on: Tue, 10 Sep 2013 08:20:49 +0000