Sunday, March 31, 2013

Sunday Scribbles - Untitled

my love is nimble
quick on its feet
for hide and go seek;
a child of science

shrinks down smiling
hides in cabinets
springs forth with soft laughter
to take up all the space in the room


or melts to liquid, seeping into cracks
rises up gaseous
settles in a dew all around
takes on life again but

curls up in your lap to sleep and 
asks for nothing save the sound of us talking
requires no consistent shape
known only for the phosphorescent tail that trails behind it

unless otherwise noted, all poetry copyright Ryann Ferguson


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