A ball will fall
Happy- my lips will linger on
one who offers me
a dance
caring little for what I wear
what matters
the heat on our breath
New is our tango
lower me to the ground
smell my eau de chaud
I taste your latte
This Year
come in alone
but leave…
and as we see another year out an applause of thanks is given to Mr Know it All who manages to host a fantastic Flash Fiction every Friday and has done so for more than 4 years. Happy 2012 to All!!!