Roof crawling love
Infactuation Seven roof tops to number sixty nine I disturb the moss which rolls Between the ice tiled rooftops One slip and I drop I break out into a cold sweat Slowly it trickles Down the back Of my neck A bedroom window opens With a crack,sigh and grunt Tibbles you there A rusty coloured cat Brushes past my legs Arches its back Stares as if to say What you doing here? I crouch behind A chimney stack Warm and smoky My throats dry croaky Slowly I slide down The apex roof of Number sixty nine... Sign in to see full entry.