Baby

Makes paper rot. Headaches shrivel and dissolve. Turns off computers. Cyber fades. When you ran to hug me, I dropped to one knee, swept you up, your laughing delighted. Delight was a word of light and honey. The smell like indissoluble yellow. Like a way out.

3 comentarios:

awadhwa dijo...

Makes me want a baby!

Vivek. dijo...

wait is that true? maybe i want a baby too!

Anónimo dijo...

Truth, Light, Good! ELI!!