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.

© 2017 Julia Adzuki