Poem for her 286

Dear Readers,


She Giggles

When I lick the ankle of her left foot
When I say odd and strange things
When I make a joke about odd things
When I softly slide my fingers on her neck
Just now as I start this poem
When I splash water on her nose
When I butter toast with my finger
When I read her some of my poems
When we dance in cold morning dew
When I play sweet nothings flying
When we play cards
When I pick out the paints
When I point out the colors
When I wash behind my ears
When a lot of things more than written here


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.