Let the breath slow Watch the sharp corners b l u r r i n g Sink your face in my cotton pillow covers Stay h e r e We'll breathe t o g e t h e r Our lips reach grazing The digital clock chimes once before the stars fade You lift, fragments I sea flint strike stone scatter hazy crystals floats on moon w a l l p a p e r Crisp and Low, the crescent wind slips on hanging chiffon w h i s p e r of dance releasing toward the oval sky momentarily waving to indigo wanderers below I’ll sleep nestled in veins as burning angel wings hover over to sink into my body
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 