04-15-2021, 03:27 PM
Let Me Finger Paint Tonight
There are days the Muse
demands a sonnet
of flesh too weak
to squeeze a pen.
Let me finger paint tonight,
my love;
you ask too much of me.
There are days the Muse
demands a sonnet
of flesh too weak
to squeeze a pen.
Let me finger paint tonight,
my love;
you ask too much of me.