Wednesday, September 14, 2016

#21: Buggy.

Like every time you'd
Jerk away from furtive fingers
That crept towards
You in sleep

Like every time I'd draw
Slowly back and bite down
On a slice of lemon
Bitter-sour-sweetsmell

This will be no different;
Noises scare you,
And silences offend me.

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