Tender tendon string, lined with sweat beads from hot open palms, poring springs of sensory hand weaving roots
Wrapping thumbs and fingers of warm bodies like woven silk in cotton sheets;
Salt flats , Heaven for a goddess
Exception to a rule, a paradigm shift;
His eyes in a crowd, like staring up at dancing clouds of a million raindrops afraid to be a world of light
Hiding in strangers