Feed me a story –
I feel hollow
listening to the wind
work itself to a storm.
While we wait for the rain,
spin me one of your tales;
something wholesome,
with sweetness that will linger.
Soothing clichés
to slake my restive mind.
Although your voice is solace enough.
I have so much to say to you
but I haven’t yet
mastered the skill
to undress my convoluted thoughts
to their bare essence.
So tonight,
under the swollen sky,
talk to me
about anything,
and everything –
keep me company.