There’s a skin tag

At the base of your spine

Right in the centre

That I noticed

Shortly before I first

Got to see you naked

You make a sound

When you’re the little spoon

Feline in it’s way

And it makes me

Forget the days events

And relaxes my mind

You sing to me

And I don’t get a say

But I would never

Ask you to stop

It’s a sound that is home

And always will be now


About Greg Moss

25 year old English and Media Graduate based in Manchester, UK. Contact me at: literatureandlethargy@gmail.com
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