A Moment Too Rapt
Words slip from your cracked lips unbound,
spilling over my chest without a sound.
My limps then writhe with a flair,
teeter-tottering, feet bare.
Do carouse me on this merry-go-round.
Copyright © Helen Cheng | Year Posted 2015
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