Maybe I worry
that you won’t like it.
Maybe I worry that you will
love it.
Kiss the blue side
of my
lip.
My eyelid is
twitching. My ears are ringing.
My cheeks are crimson.
I swear that your iris
appears to resemble
a black
hole. Several times,
I describe it as dark
just to be
safe.
C.A. MacConnell
This is turning into a song, actually, and I'm digging it, but I'm still working on it.
