Something of the sky in us.

By | 15 February 2023

For my sister

Our afternoons spent chasing

We are airborne, still.

Reaching into mid-autumn

Inside each sweat-bead,
Rainbows Glisten while

I wept, in and out of solitude.
Somewhere, between stasis and descends

I latch on to our breaths as
Silences converge into prayers

For the child of our bodies
waiting to grow old for each other.

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