tucks her voice underneath herself and folds her hands,
whispers in your ear "
it's all right."
(it's okay again)
winters and
summers stand end on end,
digging holes that fill up in the
sand.
we won't let go,
not quite yet.
(
stars spread out over the land)
the taste of you starts to go
bland,
sits down
quiet and sometimes stands.
words that wont let go,
not yet certain. never. no.