Impromptu
i need
to come
to get her
so we
together
can go
to her
shrine
i tried
to find
a perfect
place
to place
perfection
say grace
and pray
she is
the altar
no need
to alter
shape
to praise
true
grace
she stands
i bow
kowtow
she now
speaks
of how
to keep
her
her feet
i know
her toes
so well
her nails
i know
to polish
yellow
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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