Friday, August 05, 2016

After some time, poetry sets in.

One Foot Away

It's because
you tickle me
when you wink.

I'm not sure
what to think
of your playfulness,
your player-ness -
painless or audacious?

I just know as I go
to sleep, you sneak in,
and I hide you.
Like contraband.
Katherine Gotthardt
Copyright 2016
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