Seasonal winds...
...bring me home to my breath.
Let us echo together
across the windswept landscape
of direction until we reunion
in a rib cage of woven expression
and neck tickling touch. Impress
the shape of my words into print,
singing a lullaby of whole
filling inception that hints
of the tongue stopping vortex
of promises kept.
Let us echo together
across the windswept landscape
of direction until we reunion
in a rib cage of woven expression
and neck tickling touch. Impress
the shape of my words into print,
singing a lullaby of whole
filling inception that hints
of the tongue stopping vortex
of promises kept.