Thursday 18 June 2020

Soul Food

You buy me books.
You don't always know this until after the fact
the traces of my purchases
internet footsteps,
fingerprints visible on your credit card bill.


You give me words,
words are a food source I need to survive,
the lingering afterglow
of alphabetic sampling
collated forever within my memory.


You hear my stories
you sometimes tune them out because ...repetition
my creative tales
a lingering kiss
whispered eternally into your ears.


You buy me books
You don't always know this until after the fact
allowing me worlds
into which I escape
From the sadness which followed me home.


29.12.2018


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