He pours his voice like taffy.
Creamy folds undulate, smooth to silk in her
hungry ears. But when he pulls his words, stretches
the truth out of shape she, generously buttered, finds there is
nothing she can hold on to. Communication – hardened
and brittle –
shatters in the stillness; she is left with only her bitter
memories of how easily those empty calories
used to go down.
It’s true. Lines are
more prominent than
they used to be. But if
you will read between
.
them, you will enter
my world – dreams
and ever afters, knights
and clashes with wicked
.
tyrants, notes stashed
in bottles and tossed on
foreign shores. Between
these lines lies a
.
spirit-essence, a will,
a mind, a heart. Turn
the pages breathlessly
when suspense leaves
.
you hanging; linger long
where hope casts her
spell. Decode the jots,
decipher the plot
.
sketched out by
an author yet
unknown. Read me,
between the lines.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 