Slip sliding over the texture my fingers dive into a pile of river smooth stones shivers running through me as their surface soothes me no sharp edges to disturb my sensitive nerves closing my eyes I feel calm

Mancala stones Shining and pretty Lovely little bits n bobs Jade in color I want to put them in my mouth Swirl the rocks around my teeth Like candy, though they could Actually break my jaw with ease Each little rock a seed A row…

Poem TWELVE has been removed and now appears on chocolate is a verb, 29 August 2016.