Wring me out like you did your finest silk shirt that you stained with wine over last night’s dinner. You know it’s dry clean only! If you hadn’t wanted more of its oaky aftertaste. If you hadn’t been watching me out of the corner of…

Again I am using the “I am incomplete without you” prompt journal by Iain S. Thomas and this time I’m using page 63: A bird that can eat words lands on this page, what words does it eat? And What words doesn’t it eat? POEM…

the ethreal sunlight flows down through the deep blue glass cascading brilliantly across my face i smile close my eyes tightly basking in the warmth shining below soaking in the rays as they dance on my cheeks glittering beneath the surface i crave this it…