He shouts.I stare.
He snores.I’m awake.
Dawn.
I dust a suitcase. He appears, a leviathan looming over the closet.Kisses my pupils, pulls my hair into a ponytail.
Rivulets soak his beard.
I slip.
Again
He shouts.I stare.
He snores.I’m awake.
Dawn.
I dust a suitcase. He appears, a leviathan looming over the closet.Kisses my pupils, pulls my hair into a ponytail.
Rivulets soak his beard.
I slip.
I liked the image of his beard getting soaked. I wasn't sure what the relationship between the two is. What did you intend for it to be?
I, too, am uncertain of the relationship here, but I liked the outside looking in view of the scene.