Roll The Words

Roll the words

Around your tongue,

Go back to when

You were young,

The fire hot

And you were

Not

Afraid to play

Amid the coals,

Your feather boa

Singeing slightly

All the souls

You touched so

Lightly,

The night you

Pulled him to

The ground,

Wrapped your

Body

Round him tightly

Rolled your tongue

Around the words

Your beauty bare

Singing wildly

To the staring stars.

Stephen Nesbitt ©