m a r a c a

His face fascinates me Mischievous yet kind But with a softness I hadn't expected to find His soft eyes are soft lashed His soft fingers softly holding mass Soft body, soft eyes, soft hands But the tongue, as rough as sand A pebble pushed into my mouth A peppermint from a million miles south Single letters spelling out a single word A message from the other side of the world M A R A C A, maraca This is enough to take me away That she could know is insane As insane as chirruping cicadas As insane as hissing maracas Maracas humming like a rash Is this espionage or witchcraft How could she possibly know A message from the other side of the world Single letters spelling out a single world Maracas wound up too tight and crackling Bone and droppings inside a taut skin M A R A C A, maraca All is still now He says I know this number It is my wife He has a wife