You set me off like a spinning top,
round and round,
arms all akimbo and empty jointed
while I spilled secrets like jelly beans.
You swallowed them
until you were full and I was empty,
hollow and aching,
at long, long last.
I adore these Quadrille Mondays over at dVerse Poets Pub. Today’s prompt is to include the word ‘spill’ in your forty-four word Quadrille. So here is a little fun one to start off the evening and I think I might post a second in a little bit.