running like the nose
writing kind of prose
aiming it at those
who are not too close

if the rhyming goes
it all nicely flows
the storyline shows
in short my life I suppose

my fingertips froze
by too many rows
let us not impose
the need to disclose

sheer beauty to compose
what’s hidden by the clothes
sand between the toes
feelings to expose

expectation grows
curiosity arose
the words I chose
transient like a Rose

now wait how it goes
who knows