a ftelly easter fairy tale.
He squeaked profusely, held between index and thumb.
Synchronized our breathing
And the charcoal beady bulges
Stared back, as if he where a man
in debt to me.
A second of metaphysical marionette
And a paper cup of wine,
There she was , Miseracordia,
Lying beneath me, vibrant strips like
Cherry liquorish could wrap around my fingers.
One brisk squeak, but not.
This would never make sense, unless you where there.
When resurrection ensued before death even arrived.
Synchronized our breathing
And the charcoal beady bulges
Stared back, as if he where a man
in debt to me.
A second of metaphysical marionette
And a paper cup of wine,
There she was , Miseracordia,
Lying beneath me, vibrant strips like
Cherry liquorish could wrap around my fingers.
One brisk squeak, but not.
This would never make sense, unless you where there.
When resurrection ensued before death even arrived.