MsDrJeanGrey

Tell me of unusual things Dear Tell me your fears Immasculine as they are Please Let me stroke your hair It feels like mine I fall into your lashes every time Touch me with hands that have been Broken at each joint Your feet are imperfect and slender Some swan's flippers misplaced and set apart You have no shame for the Unusualness Your eccentricity You are all bristles and granite Surfacewise But your soul is down Soft and floating upward I wouldn't know where to begin on you Except that you are a Rochester to my Jane If I ever could understand the perks of being Sensible You and your abrasiveness It catches me in the