Chapter 3 – Clap

14 Sep

The roses grew impatiently

Folding their limbs to passers by

Lifting lids for light alone

Revealing sweet tornado eyes

Catching my secret glances

Sparks fly.

Precious core of you

Apple seeds

Man with one-thousand tattoos

An opera singer dreams

While the rock star screams

They are lovers

Sleeping not so silently together

Bodies four-legged and entwined

Flip/flop

Not kind

My hair is on fire

While my face cracks with the cold

Snap!

Play that harmonica

Patty cake game

Clap!

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