He came around, I call him Boa Encircling circle protection Constricting all my airways He draws me up by my neck Making it difficult But not impossible to breathe Iridescent shimmering stripes Rubbing off on what I can only presume is a magical wand As if by magic, he just knows Clearly, he’s well versed... Continue Reading →
Surfing learning curves Board-certified & adept At marking yellow notepads In scribbles of blue ink.
If you want to know, Assuming is like asking; Without saying words.
He speaks to me in The language of love Est-ce que to parles français? I think he was asking for directions All I could do was Contemplate the secrets of Sapphire eyes questioning What to do regarding record keeping & space-saving methods In a flutter my mouth uttered - Que? No sé francés señor Y... Continue Reading →