Between

I wait in the quiet

what is mine will trace me

what is not will drift

I hold the pulse close

breath to breath

skin to thought

Reviews

[Thomas W Case]

Sharp and patient—your words cling like smoke, leaving heat behind.
You fold the world into your chest, and it beats right back at you.

[emmajoygreen]

You've found the perfect recipe, such ingredients will always win the day, dear friend! Such finely laid words