please enjoy?

Learn more about other poetry terms

Calloused hands Strings of Gold In three bands (or so I’m told)   Jet Black Studs Turquoise Hair
Why Am I Still A Single Item?   Perhaps it is Ridiculous Expectations
The God of Small Things in one hand The waist of my world wrapped around, the other We sit in mezzo-silence, My murmuring the words of Roy’s clever, crushing prose,
Subscribe to please enjoy?