shadows of waiting

readily

that stretch into soft

recesses and curves

of human longing

a day too spacious

for belief,

colors so vibrant

that the real itself

feels manufactured

intimate and safe

in calmness,

nourishing that comes

from love that’s shared in

purest artistry

as seasons changing

so is she

now opened up to

touch the bracing air

and feel her own way

colors interweave

with fragrance

signaling pleasure:

moments fold inward

and she falls with them

strong and confident

still, in dreams

happily on to

your destination

someplace i can’t see

what are these broken

memories

and jagged edges?

i feel them cutting

yet invisible