TickleYouAre


You tickle me

Like riddles or

Those Chinese finger

Puzzles things you

Say make me

Cock my head

Curiosity sets in

Like warm sun

On icy ponds

Slowly melting me

Now free to

Flow I ripple

Tripping over the

Boulders you are

Finally landing in

The pool of

Linen and down

Where I swim

Until the morning