The electricity at this front door bell is connected acknowledging that each foot coming in is on hold. The one who is supposed to open feels shivering when reached by an uninvited voice speaking parallel to the lock. The voluptuous venture counts its bubbles ssshhh - is there negotiable blue Response on curtain when they open one side to the dark, their woven ears. Air playing the bath rope the weaver left, still accusations. Elastic beyond sleep, a swan of those white feathers changes the color of a creek as we go by so tender.
Boys squeeze the juice out of black berries.
Sudden entry, a sliding promise checking out a slow affection when the tongue leans undecided in its mouth. Obscured eyes, not yet focused may protect a space in exile. Yellow stockings in high grass high growing on a delayed wish, devouring night-shade. The mouth stretches out to a nightingale, languish. How thin the quarter-shade of an eyelid conceals the buildup of a tear.