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.
© 2019, John Smallshaw.