Interactions
For a moment I disguised myself.
A chameleon blinked.
"You don't have to do that" she said.
I had already hid my reply,
under a galactic rock.
Her focused sunlight licked my eyesight
like a lizard's tongue.
I had to lie,
for the truth had already fled
on leather wings.
Somewhere a homeless hermit crab,
began to gyrate like Elvis Presley.
My charade fan danced,
unpeeling erratically.
"You don't have to do that." She repeated.
Quickly I side-stepped into her,
stealing thunder
from her open mouth.
Later we made-up a kiss,
and planted it,
in a less cloudy sky.
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