Monday, August 21, 2006
Nearly Autumn now.
I’m going to elaborate on a leaf. A slight twist and curl on both sides. A tip just perfect for teasing a nipple into life. Green is the colour, waxy is the feel. It’s slightly yellow where the tree cut off its water supply to let it go. Much prettier than the bright blue crisp packet waltzing by. Rough is the bark I lean against, soft is the lap the leaf decided to fall on to. Warm are my lover’s lips; looser is my grip on the waxy feel. Serrated are the edges and serrated are the words I now stupidly decide to growl at my lover. Full is the red bin nearby, the man clearing his dog’s mess is distracting for a while. Then red is the ladybird on my shoe, folding its wings back up into its body. How cruel the leaf is as I try to make it a platform for the insect. ‘Look’ I say to my company, I hold up the now dented leaf. The ladybird climbs to my hand, how tiny its feet are. My lover is engrossed, how cute it is… Cumbersome are my hands. How crisp packet blue her eyes are. Remorse is the feeling, apologies for words…I make a silly gift of the leaf and the ladybird. How kind and hearty her chuckle is... :)
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