
The tentative
kindness…
sheltered
gift
In the nook of your arm
Softly cocooned
beckoning…
As if to say
reserved for you…
Nectar…
Structured
Rooted
Strength
All together a more robust
Presence…
Softness in dimmed
spaces
Where mushrooms grow…
Amusing the forest sprite.
N e c t a r
The consistency of speed
Feels
One note…
Dimension lies within the transition
Of
Every
Single
Movement
Yet, holding still primed to receive
Nectar
E
C
T
A
Ratcen
Made of honey.
.
.
dew
Brooding obsidian
eyes
a l m o s t…
lighten by sunlight, b e c o m i n g
toasty brown
Surprise,
Surprise,
Nectar.