I lick my finger
and rub your cheek
and your bones rattle red
to the tune of my
800 year old voice
singing your favourite song
down the bread aisle
trying to hold your hand.
© Carl Burkitt 2021
Carl tells tales
I lick my finger
and rub your cheek
and your bones rattle red
to the tune of my
800 year old voice
singing your favourite song
down the bread aisle
trying to hold your hand.
© Carl Burkitt 2021
Carl tells tales 