Innocent. Lurking with metaphor.
You may answer with white shudders
Or a shrug of your shoulders, lips
Forming to an unconvinced 'sure'.
Beluga whale of an evening,
Stretching it's smoothed fins.
Blowhole, shadows on the curtains.
Sometime. Moontime. How long
Have you kids been awake?
Weaving your own mistakes,
Through cobralike fingers,
Eating holes. Like biscuits
And a brickload of coffee.
Dried out, dried out apricots
Picked delectably off of me.
All right, scram, you've had your fill.
What I once stalked like an
Iguana turned out to be nothing
More than a reflection of the rainbow.
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