Art by Christian Schloe
To the near-empty sound of the young morning,
Dyed only with the sensuous sway of
Two trees that dance together
Rinsing their leaves in
The blushing haze of the ever
Unfathomable new day’s emergence
From the embers of yesterday’s vastness,
i feel you.
within your timid thrum i enter,
and your growth as the dew dallies.
and my body laid down beside yours.
and the roaring din
of our sternums as we breathe.