Monday, March 28, 2016

She holds me in fog now,
her density, nourishment of pindrops
that coax open pores,
osmosis in skin.
Fertile cool pressure, air-heavy
suspension drawing coreward.

The cells of my lungs
recall the hot shower she
ran when constricted
I coughed with croup;
warm liquid air
in this fog, on this night
here she

is, I live.

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