Posts tagged "stories"
Vastly strange but
serenely interesting,
his eyes dripped stories.
Jelly white but
ridiculously hot,
the days became mushrooms,
sticky and chewy
and utterly warm.
Dripping stories congealed
and formed old scars
to be embellished and
then embossed with red seals.
His sweetly digging eyes
made my heart scuttle
into my throat and
sprout little hands
and wave and wave
till my eyes were eyelocked.
His storyteller hands
firmly yet softly
guided mine and sometimes
strayed for a comforting
arrest
expunging all breath
stunningly.
Spacing out during art class
