Tag: word play
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When We Were Ocean
I did not know color even as I could feel your blue, your sudden waves of gray sunk deep beneath their verdant vegetation. I could not have imagined the intricacy of your eyes; how a holding pattern could bleed two watchful pools of self-reflection. When we were ocean I did not know what to call you, nothing…
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PLAY (with words)
I’d prefer to mince them: like garlic; pungent and clumsy, fingertips sticky with innuendo and truth. the words might linger, might stay with you long after their consumption. but since you asked and honestly, I think it’s time you knew, I don’t play. and not for the reason you’re thinking, not because I’m a grown-up and have…
santos scribes 