XIIII.

 

From blood milk

enveloping resonance

warm current

entrains

hypnotic

listening

hearts pulse

waves merging

rhythm

grace

 

from the wingspan of generosity

a song slips in

chords vocalise

the air of somewhere

 

stagnant waters move

liquid bodies

vibrational play

less holding words

than holding

space

slipping

through the fingers –

a gift less caught

than softly

spoken.

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