Sometimes I wish that
I could hide within
That crook between
Your warm neck and left shoulder
Where a chin and cheek
Is supposed
To rest.
Crawl right in,
Curl into a ball
To dissappear
Into the shadow,
My small body
A Thumbelinan marvel.
Fr… more »
Remember when I babysat over New years, while everyone else was watching the fireworks and getting engaged and all that?
Well, now I'm babysitting the same kids over Valentine's Day.
There has got to be something wrong with me, man. more »