In a moment of weakness I serenaded the moon. They let me continue, impassioned and off-key, until the dogs and cats joined in. Windows unlatched to find nothing but the rustle of leaves. In my bush I stared up at Andy Warhol's mug, the one which he drank from.
Disheartened and disillusioned, I let the ground take me down to an empty ocean and uncertainty. The sand between my feet, at the beach alone.
Cross-eyed? No.
I let the ocean beat more regularly than me as my tongue silently motioned words. To the lip-reading shipmen and mermaids, I professed my love to the heavens and above. Queryless I carried my feet some feet and feet forwards.
As the sea touched my lips and my hair began to float, I let the stars judge me like no one else ever had.
2 comments:
I was there, hiding out in the very heart of the water. I have read your lips, and it made my heart pound, and life inside life inside life was born.
Lee, I just love this, I've come back to read it a couple of times. BTW, my post Tee Ell: Ess was for you.
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