He speaks to me.
Turns me into ice cream.
Covered in raspberry sauce.
Or maybe strawberry jam.
Get a little sticky sometimes.
I try to continue the chat.
Him, himself a pupae.
Dark secrets stuck inside.
I defy his heart,
Pray not to break.
Pressure brewing  inside his eyes.
I detect a smile.
It's rare.
It hides.
He dare not spill it.
Spill nothing to she who's there.
Two weeks out of a lifetime.
And the book falls open gradually.
The story's not the same.
Him my elixir.
I ask him step forth to leave those night shadows.
(c) Livvi