Anabacus

Oh sweet child oh

endearing light to whom may I

direct this sinking the urges me to swirl and twist

in childish fits.

I read your ribs like

an abacus.

My body lies limp

softly angled in

a plea for your affection

So I’ll rise like the morning

in light so charming you can’t resist.

I read your ribs like

an abacus.

I read your ribs like

an abacus.

You know you know.