ink stained words

read me a story.

read me fantasy from twisted lips
words running faster and faster until
they blend into each other like watercolors.

read me fright like you mean it
like every word you say might be your last and
your heart won’t stop pound-pound-pounding.

read me a lie, or read me the truth,
or read me a something-in-between, because
who says everything has to be either/or?

read me life with words like a river
beautiful and deadly and always moving and
able to take your breath away oh so easily.

read me enchantment like you understand it
like you believe it and know it and realize
your life isn’t over.

read to me until i’m stained with your stories
until your voice is tired and my eyes are sleepy and even then please
don’t stop.


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. somethingnewplease
    Dec 29, 2010 @ 17:19:19

    “…stained with stories…” is delightful imagery. I often feel this way, whether the story is a good one or a bad one.

    I wonder what washes off stories.



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