| Delicious Slingshot Just a girl with little gray eyes. What�s your name? What�s your hair smell like? Can you play chess? It�s a shock - your coral-pink ears unveiled. Say something that shows me how vulnerable you are. Something that makes me want to touch you. Maybe I will. If I don�t, that will be delicious. Don�t flatten your fingerprints against the chalkboard again. It�s a shock - your chalk-white neck unenshrouded. Come with me. Not to mountaintops or doves. Not to chariots or lilies. But to a world without children in single file. Children with arms anywhere but straight at their sides. Maybe a slingshot. A place with fireflies� breath on your shockingly unscreened lobster-red lips. A place with you, white-bodied under warm sheets. Strands of dusk will fall across your face. I will discover the grooves between your ribs, and in the morning I will boil eggs as white as your shocking soft belly. |