“Don’t put your clothes on?”
It’s a question, but I’m saying.
But I’m pleading,
as you bend down.
only hanging in the right places.
Everything else tight.
“Don’t go, I’m begging”
Crouching on the edge of the bed.
I’m hanging, but in all the wrong places,
You step left,
I move left.
The same with the right.
Like a tiger in its cage.
But I’m nothing but a kitten to you,
when you’re around.
Snap is the sound of your underwear
Snap as your fingers call me
Snap and you’re gone.
<p>Author <a href=”https://plus.google.com/102128103971030481396” target=”blank” rel=”author”>Jerome Cornelius</a></p>