My heart
is the sound of water swishing
at the bottom of a large jar.
My emotions
are soft and quiet, making ears strain
to hear them:
they are a small sigh leaving my body.
My soul is bread
left unattended in the oven.
And my body,
is a house visited
every so often,
by dinner guests bringing
smiles and light.
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 6:01 PM UTC
My heart
is the sound of water swishing
at the bottom of a large jar.
My emotions
are soft and quiet, making ears strain
to hear them:
they are a small sigh leaving my body.
My soul is bread
left unattended in the oven.
And my body,
is a house visited
every so often,
by dinner guests bringing
smiles and light.
