|
|
|
Melpomene Carter a stranger sitting behind me on the bus i can feel his eyes playing with the wisps of hair that have fallen out of place i can feel his eyes sliding over my shoulders that are barely covered by the straps of my tank top "what are you writing?" he leans over my seat and looks into my book, reading my poetry then he moves and sits next to me then he looks into my eyes his are blue, like the sky on a cloudless day his lips are soft pink and chapped, but he licks them and they become smooth he leans forward and puts his mouth by my ear his whisper is deep and throaty "i wasn't thinking about your shoulders" as he places a finger from his left hand on my collarbone and runs it down to my breasts the bus stops it isn't my stop but i get off anyways my mom told me never to talk to strangers Melpomene Carter can be contacted at - melpomene@endofinfinity.20m.com |