I paint you
with fire
in your hair
and you're falling
like Alice in her
Wonderland.
You've gone down
the rabbit hole.
There are drums
at your side
and you reach
towards the drumsticks
below you.
You look just as you
are now
and I wouldn't dare
add Alice's clothes
to someone as
fresh and new
as you.
My paintbrush
is in a flurry
and I take
a deep breath
not realizing that
I'd been holding it.
"Fridge." I tell you
noticing the dry swallow
of your throat.
DU LIEST GERADE
Something Unheard
PoesíaYou’ll be the muse for my art and I’m sure that your clumsiness will inspire everything I do. Novel in verse. Unfinished #2 Co-written by s.m. brooks and n.m. w. 2015.
