I never breathed a blindside
swift and sudden as
this rose motion gasp,
her feathers tussled and wanting,
I drown in
scent and
liquid dripping static.
In a blink from cool to raging,
exhaling in turns our senses,
fell, with fingers under skin
past our borders, back again.
Under light,
we learn to blink again,
batting specters to night again,
and should I learn to sleep again
in sleep I think I find again,
subtle geometries,
pressed skin against skin.
