norman
norman's eyes are fiery
they're full of blasting noises
sacred bereavement in his chest
it's too late now
words as sharp as a newly bought knife
the woman is standing on her feet
she stomps, one time, two times, three
it's all going to be worth it
warm flashes of light touch their skin
their two entirely different worlds merge
mere mortal people, living their lives
it's the sweetness of hoarse serendipity
oh, life.
