Day 12: Skin by Lauren Waye
Missed Connections in Seattle
Just Some Words
just some words
Cradled in your words
wrapped in your favorite
color on bare skin
smooth as silk
leave some to the imagination
your desire
making it so easy for you
so acceptable
you’ll ponder the worry laugh in it’s face
marking you with my scented words
starting at the top enunciating the middle
every syllable in my mouth Words in and out
never leaving you wanting more
or less
my tongue travels to the tip of the word
Surrounding it one final time
with strong lips
savoring the delivery of your completed sentence
such a beautiful colorful story
Her Two Cents
Words can be greater than, less than, or equal to the sum of their characters, their syllables, their inflections, their intentions. Words are powerful. Words fail us. Words get misinterpreted, misconstrued, and mixed up in our minds, in our hearts, and in our mouths. Words can be black and white and they can be shocking colorful. Which type of story will you tell today?
Snow globes
Ice cream cones
Truth be known
I lie here like a drone
Waiting for the stone
Who makes me feel unknown
He sleeps with me
And I still walk alone
I have known that this
love must be foregone
As I lie here dying like a drone