Anabacus

Oh sweet child oh
endearing light to whom may I
direct this sinking the urges me to swirl and twist
in childish fits.
I read your ribs like
an abacus.
My body lies limp
softly angled in
a plea for your affection
So I’ll rise like the morning
in light so charming you can’t resist.
I read your ribs like
an abacus.
I read your ribs like
an abacus.
You know you know.