He skips a stone off a roof to glass.
Opening, she leans halfway out of her room
Eyes move up while they begin to bloom.
Colors colored in black and white.
She opens up the glass at night.
Looks outside and breathes.
She sees.
She speaks to him of olive owls
While they howl at the laughter coming soon.
While they’re sitting on the side of the moon.
A tattoo calls to you.
Like a reading of beautiful chaos.
Speaking about her.
There’s pretty in the darkness.
A tattoo swallows you.
Follows you. All of you.
Owls and the moon.
Colors down her side.
Pictures black and white.
Seconds coming soon.
Take a second to picture it.
this is your life chuck johnson 