Talking over the slurp of oysters. Mmmmm. Was intimacy ever so public, ever so poetic? Well then, consider laughing as the echo of conversation which silence will pare to a delicate comfort.
Remember this on your birthday. Pair this with whomever and revel.
A glint of rain on the blackening beach
ReplyDeleteand they go another way
Some birds sing to snakes
before night burns their feathers
Another year turns into footsteps
She remembers wind and gestures
Tastes the hay and no one else