This is the moment
you are most alone,
systems thudding blood, breath
stretching to a yawn. A tear made of the day
escapes like the slow start of rain
and your fingers curl slightly.
Around what?Street sounds
doppler away, also refusing to be held. There's
no fear of the numbness that creeps through you now, let it come, loosening muscle, thinning thought. At this hour, the mindtalks in riddles its language a mysterythat
nightshirt pounding through to the very dreams that traveled so far to touch you.