In a dark room
opening
by my fingertips
can I unravel
you
gently
to develop your thoughts
can I resist
my deep
insecure
tendency
girlchild afraid
to stay awake in the dark
itching, heart fidgeting
to flip on the switch
dark brown beach
with a worm hole center
quicksand caving into
the core
they’ve always been
wide-eyed
pupils of pain
studying nightmares
maps of the past
where, “you are here”
circles back
to present day
gripping the grief
pulled tight over them,
the winter solstice
that froze the fire
will eye blink
and miss it
squinting I
in the blur of hope
purposeful prints soaking
your imprint
in calm
but begging liquid
pressing: don’t hide from me this time
nakedly staring
spent, open and wet
limp in soft cold sweat
born in my arms
I’ll trace the braille
words are wishes,
subliminal images
to lost sight
Overexposed
in this split second shudder
of our inventure
I felt warm light
