I think I’ll write haiku poems on Tuesdays, for a while.
Rain in my shoes
Where does rain come from?
From that cloud just above, son.
It’s following us!
On my skin
Hand, elbow, fingers
Chest to chest and spine to spine
Your skin is my skin
I think I’ll write haiku poems on Tuesdays, for a while.
Rain in my shoes
Where does rain come from?
From that cloud just above, son.
It’s following us!
On my skin
Hand, elbow, fingers
Chest to chest and spine to spine
Your skin is my skin
Miss Qwerty 