The Thoughts Of A Lunatic!

Terracotta Hands

They were chocolate brown at a glance; dark and secretive.
When I got closer they were more of a rustic orange. melded with grains of gold and
flecks of ginger. Covered in cinnamon grazes, then glazed with a coating of honey.
In the centre were petrol tears; glistening black, placed in the middle of each eye like a well-behaved child.
Enigmatic. Silently they laugh to themselves, masking their smirks with a terracotta hand.
Then thoughtlessly they drift away to another place and time.
Back to brown, the magic is gone.