* When I Falter *
7
Only Amusing, Now
With a bold tug
She pulls him through the gate
Whispering bamboos
Keng Hua bloom
Scent of Angel’s Trumpets
The night is only stars
Giggles and chuckles
Scented skin and soft breathing
A brush, and a smack
Good God, mosquitoes!
Breathless no more!
