She smiles as if she has her whole
Entire being in the cookie jar.
I laugh from my spine, as the wheels
In her pretty, dark-humoured head
Visibly turn within some sweet, twisted
Process. She speaks with the wit of a
Secret agent; the vocabulary of sailors
And intent of someone like Skeletor.
Her mouth is an instrument from which
Poetry as the opposite of itself sounds;
From where come words that make me
Either thrilled to talk back, or blush. *The
Less you care together, the happier you'll be.*
She smiles like that. I'm loving this lesson.
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 12:49 PM UTC
She smiles as if she has her whole
Entire being in the cookie jar.
I laugh from my spine, as the wheels
In her pretty, dark-humoured head
Visibly turn within some sweet, twisted
Process. She speaks with the wit of a
Secret agent; the vocabulary of sailors
And intent of someone like Skeletor.
Her mouth is an instrument from which
Poetry as the opposite of itself sounds;
From where come words that make me
Either thrilled to talk back, or blush. *The
Less you care together, the happier you'll be.*
She smiles like that. I'm loving this lesson.
