Moving

by John Smallshaw in Uncategorized

I moved awkwardly

she moved like an angel.

I moved close

she moved even closer.

I moved my lips

she moved her hips.

I moved in with six hundred and twenty-one vinyl records

twenty-seven authentic Japanese swords

two black cats and fourteen deerstalker hats.

she moved me right back out.

I guess life is just a moving game

but all the same

I like it.