Crossed Wires
and Other Wonders of Nature
Honey drips into my eye
sweet and warm as it spreads
good cheer through an iris of
gold and chocolate.
My ears water at the sight
of the sunset painting the sky
in bleeding, shifting watercolors
until the ink of night
suffocates one star with billions.
Music rings in my nose
as the resonant notes
build up in a birdsong chorus
with cicada-ian rhythm
buzzing underneath.
My fingers glow with the scent of daffodils
bright and mellow
while the musk of rain reaches out and
touches me from afar
leaving aching echoes in my bones.
Electricity tingles on my tongue
alive and arcing in exquisite heat
as a cold bath coats my tastebuds
in icy numbness and
sweet relief.
About the Creator
Michelle Truman | Prose and Puns | Noyath Books
I fell in love with speculative fiction and poetry many years ago, but I have precious little time to write any. It was high time I started making Prose and Puns a priority, starting with Purple Poetry, Auqredis, and the World of Noyath.
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