Of Dreams of Slender Curved Bones..
Oft prodded and poked.
What's scary is.
I may one day, go to sleep.
And just not wake...dying, in my sleep.
And, I'll just not know.
Having lost, that little, nudge.....
As I slept,
That poke.
You used, to give me.
In my
Ribs.....
Giajl © Jim Love
Jim
You are disadvantaged now...lol
stay alert:)
Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....
Words