Well,
Sometimes,
I'm asked questions,
Impossible not to.
They make me revisit,
Stories appear in my head.
In those tiny seconds,
Looking for an answer,
I go to a castle
I find an angel
We dive in the grass
Play clay with the mountains
Sing with the stars
Electrify our souls.
So much energy,
Warmth, Steaming blood,
Yet
For now
My hand's alone -
I need to close the lid
Wait until I get home.
They say
Oh
So cute
You're blushing!
I smile,
I look down,
Behind
I know
Secretly
I am a
Pressure cooker
About
To
Explode.