The Wink of His Words
I bloom in the back of his mind where tea leaves speak and blood is thicker than tears. He walks hat tipped in salute to every dreamer that catches my silhouette in the wink of his words. Pin striped lanky limbs struggle to keep him centered, but I am the ink writing him out of his mind. There’s no warning when a pen breaks a glass heart, or madness finds a mirror. Love is never born from common sense. ©Susie Clevenger 2019 This poem first appeared in Visual Verse and was inspired by the artwork of Craig Carry The photo I used here is by Alex Fu via Pexels. Real Toads ~ The Tuesday Platform