Sounds like a cadence call while traveling through the forest of concrete. How we can get lost so easily even when we know where we are. Our heads are balloons, they break free sometimes.
Tight rhymes within this little gem. Great read, Bat.

Kirby, you make my life worth writing! Thank you so much for your endless support and encouragement – don’t forget to call in and check out my sensational new audiovisual website – lots of the tales are free, the others are just £1, and the state-of-the-art didit face recognition technology for age verification makes access to my sexiest audios and horniest character pics a piece of cake – provided you’re visibly over 18! Take Care, Harriet-Jacqui xx

This is deep in so many levels. Wonderful ink

Thanks so much, Nick, in fact this was written after I was nearly run over by a guy in an A4 at that zebra crossing! PS I think I’ll be returning in full to Starsrite and Eroterite – adult stories the lot – trying to set up my own site has turned into a total age verification nightmare!

Beautiful feels, friend.

Such a beautiful poem…love the metaphors used in this lovely piece. Thanks for sharing ❤️