His moods are made of earth,
Silent laughter bounds through him
Like lithe and limber creatures,
Creeping, crawling,
Slithering through woods,
Then breaking into the electric chase
For playful eyes,
Staring with a wanting gaze
Through deep, dark pools
Of liquid love.
Jan 10, 2011
Jan 10, 2011 at 12:30 AM UTC
His moods are made of earth,
Silent laughter bounds through him
Like lithe and limber creatures,
Creeping, crawling,
Slithering through woods,
Then breaking into the electric chase
For playful eyes,
Staring with a wanting gaze
Through deep, dark pools
Of liquid love.
I wrote this for my boyfriend, anonymously, back before I knew how to tell him I loved him. I think I was fifteen.