The words
they come
in
dribbles
and spurts
and waves and floods and tsunamis
the won’t be still
never quiet
they tap and poke
slap and stroke
and
are
my forever companions
The words
they come
in
dribbles
and spurts
and waves and floods and tsunamis
the won’t be still
never quiet
they tap and poke
slap and stroke
and
are
my forever companions