Tuesday, September 8, 2015


Light as shedding leaf, fingers caress here
inside of wrist, count reverberations.

Eyes that quiver, landscape of lids and stars;
the dream constructs and invades together.

We are touching as we are touched (so close),
as birds who try to steal space in heaven.

This moment's fading breath has captured me,
held between two senses... the two skins, black pulse.

I sing a torn and tired song; my voice
a needle sewing stitches through the hem.

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