"isn't it crazy
how i could melt in your mouth
like butter"
i am good as gold
(yes, my daddy thinks so) [wink of the left eye -- no your right]
and truth be told
it doesn't matter that i'm young
and you're old(er) [laughter]
i could still catch you --
i still catch you glancing
in the mirror
(like there's no one else,
just us together)
all of the time.
(30/08/2017)
YOU ARE READING
THE OCEAN
Poetry'In the old days at home the Neverland had always begun to look a little dark and threatening by bedtime. Then unexplored patches arose in it and spread, black shadows moved about in them, the roar of the beasts of prey was quite different now, and...
