His hands reach out to grab mine, I follow reluctantly.
His feet encouraged mine to walk towards the door, I start to fear immensely.
He smiles and nods towards the door.
Go, it said.
I become reflexively weary.
YOU ARE READING
HIM
Poetry[Highest: #994 in poetry lol] He's exotic and eccentric. The way he speaks, the way he moves: so gracefully but also so carelessly. As is the way his spirit is childish and interesting but aged and mundane. He's a mystery I'm starting to get hooked...
