now
for irmary
the hollow between
the sharp of teeth
the yielding of tongue
the shift of feet
amid ruffled sheets
a murmur of breath
before the dance of sleep
dusk surrenders to indigo
the day giving way
to time
the night giving way
to timelessness
dreaming feels like
the sway of reeds
along a sea-side road
the ripple of stone
dancing on the water
