Wiggle in His Pocket

Sky in His Veins

Rustglaciers digital art by Author

I haven’t had the one experience you’re talking about
but I did see a man’s eyes, that started I mean stared farther and further into you
and he’d smile, and pause, and listen
like everything you were telling him was true and he was there and he wanted to know the bones of your story
Who does that, with eyes like pools, with stars in them, and something like honey, like love, like magic juice on…