Quietly I brushed against the bond It holds, muted in resignation Its been difficult recently and still the birds haven’t migrated Waiting for something specific To unfold my ears become curious Finches Nested themselves in the empty bird houses Like oversized headphones Playing the crickets’ low buzzy chorus my heart tunes in My breath slows, grounding me Weighted like moss covering the base of evergreen trees As the scene shifts Blurring My gaze falls on the whites of piano keys Shifting to the midnight ink shadows in between Wondering if our metronome Is placed next to your head To keep pace with the beat of my thumping heart Synchronizing Through the distance To say, rest the mind Feel it in the soft underbelly Hold it wholly raw Touch the gentle curve nuzzle into the plush flesh of knowing slowly push into warm liquid silk of Desires Fall into a river of emotions spiritual feeding until we are one
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 