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.