daydream
I come off as ridiculous sometimes. Ridiculously clear cut. If I want to say something, I will carve it into the bark of a tree or send off some electronic impulses giving you a glimpse. I thought about your mouth today when I sucked my tongue. I thought about your words when I laughed at something only a few of us think is funny. I smiled and when I closed my eyes, I touched you. Your body was mashing a patch of green grass, somewhere in a daylight park. Your head was on your arms as they stretched like a pillow behind your head, your licked lips reflecting the sun. I sat on top of you, in my long broomstick skirt and we stared around us, talking, giggling, watching people. When I bent down to kiss you, you gave me the sweetest signal. I sent one back and rested my face on your neck while you pulled me closer from the sun warming my soft body.