Queer

I love the tickle of pouring rain on my palm Marvel at caressing sand on my toes I like bird songs, my music when morning comes A time to relish, touch a satin petaled rose. You say I seem to be rather ***** With my world that's seen so differently By now I think you know it's very clear I've got the habit of thinking... in poetry. All rights reserved ~~~ Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~~09.18.13