A moment in the interlude of infinity,
My thoughts flicker over to you —
I think a pixie sprite wrapped
Its spindly slender antennas around my heart
And emitted warm pulses through my quivering veins.
A whiff of burberry once again
Uplifts my head into the air
As if it’ll snag my chin and kiss me down
To the barren strips of my soul.
My neck aches from craning at each footstep
In each desperate hour.
Perhaps another day, then,
I’ll hear your voice
Sweet as bubbling milk with honey.
You say your lines to-do,
but your eyes ask,
“Why this hicktown stranger?”