Invisibly Inked Laws of Life

Hidden within every Biology textbook leaf, sleeping behind the stiff guardsmen of the times new Roman Empire a quarantined stain of citrus children beg for release from their playpen to tell whimsical stories of laughter and love that the world doesn’t take seriously. Shine some heat on Chapter One, and the Roman guards of passed Times perish, hands clenched with fists of rage at the discovery of their humiliating weakness. Once clear and invisible, now clearly legible the light lemon letters stretch their arms and legs from such a long slumber, making their appearance. Giggling with delight as naughty children do, they whisper the other first chapter of life. Where love is not invited, love will show up anyway. In the drab grey corridors of Inc.’s and Co.’s the sternest of businessmen try hiding their hearts in starchy suits and clenched jaws. They can run, but they can’t hide. A business handshake is their desperate loophole of concealment by mere shrinkage. But size never mattered. Any microscope lens can make out the oil oases that spout out drops of human grease that glide down cuticle waterslides and dive out of porous palms into the tiny funnels in fingers playing in a water park of weaved hands and having sweet sticky hand sex. A homolicious encounter from one man’s hands to another where a lover is no less than a friend and a friend no less than a lover and both lovers and friends are every business partner. The lemony language fades soon after. But one day they’ll perish again by another heat wave and so the cryptic kids will reveal another juicy secret.