11/13/2011 – Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – Red Light, Green Light
Red Light, Green Light
There is a spot on my neck
that tickles when you kiss it
and I have to giggle
and turn away from you.
Stop that.
I need you to find the place
that calms when you kiss it
and I have to moan
and turn here into you.
Start that.
















