Teeth sinking into golden crispiness, a mouthful of chewy yeast, warm and slightly sweet.
Feathered creature, beak singing, wiggling and splashing wings.
Creased skin and silver locks, together with frayed steps, hands clasped–until death do them part.
Four legs chasing through freshly mowed greens, blissful lips and tongue trailing.
The stuffing of bellies, the lively roars, the cheers and the embraces.
Croaks and chirp chirps, smoking logs and their glowing coals, the scorching of jellied dextrose.
Beings with half-moon mouths, dimples and high cheeks.
Dawn staring at evergreens, air crisp and milky fleece glistening.
Bodies wrapped and eyes glaring, the crunching of butter and salt dimming voices.
About the Creator
Andie Emerson
Queer. Awkward. An anxious wreck, but firm believer in self-work.
Authenticity & progress over illusion & perfectionism.
Makes a living working in home improvement.
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I loved the cryptic way you described everything! Such a wonderful poem!