A coiled snake lays Basking in the midday sun Tongue slithering in and out Tasting, humid air Waiting for the right moment... Over a still pond A newborn cottontail lies sleeping Breathing in quick bursts cradled in between hipbones t e n s i o n brewing Humming Strumming Awakening… tendon pries apart S l o w l y as if the separation needed to C a t c h Like small hands sharing a ripe clementine A stirring to see the shape of your Hands Wondering about grip Strength A wanting for your storms The simmering anger Underneath If I touch it... Running my finger along your earlobe cup your face with gentle hands moving to fall into your eyes And Watch the amusement S p r e a d Pupils dilating, adjusting to my night sky Could I Bring my lips right before yours and Stay… Bella Donna berry, Deadly Do not eat.
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 