my head is spinning dear
but I am grinning
recollecting our
sneezing, coughing
hugging and giggling
wriggling our toes
under the blanket
we were both diseased dear
and the storm was brewing
but we got addicted
to each other’s sharing
and secrets
until we were spinning dear
but my fever
made me smile
.
all the way home dear..
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Hi – I love the joy spinning off the words. -Bill
hey thanks reverend..
Love your style,, ,
Reading this poem I get the feeling of eavesdropping — or more specifically intruding on two lovers private conversation. Maybe even shades of voyeurism?
Interesting feelings this poem is invoking.
hey tq joan..
I loved it…beautiful words creatively descriptive:)
tq buttercup 🙂
wow,
your poem rocks!
thanks ji..