perfume

strangers,

until you caught my stare,

and held my eyes gently,

like the soft-spoken child you were,

with plants and animals and stones,

you would tell me,

after our bodies have narrated their stories,

but we would not write our names on liquid notes,

scared to find ourselves insolvent and dissolute,

on the other side of this familiar strangeness,

loneliness that drives us to where we were,

close enough as strangers

Reviews

[Emily B]

a Christmas wish for you, my friend

[Leslie Philibert]

Fine write, L7 is awesome, a great metaphor ....

[terry smith]

Nicely written my friend!! I have known a few this way, not out of loneliness but out of exploration.

[highonwords]

thank you, terry. for your words

[gabrielle]

"Our bodies have narrated their stories, but we would not write our names on liquid notes" very interesting lines letterhead. For some reason it makes me think of commitment anxiety. Hehe

[highonwords]

thank you, gabrielle, for the compliment, and for reading

[Pancake Bunnykins]

Lovely. I like the part where you wrote, but we would not write our names on liquid notes.

[highonwords]

thank you, pancake bunnykins, for dropping by

[Pancake Bunnykins]

You're welcome. :D