The Other Woman

Delicate whisper notes Fragile crystalline jewels in freefalling tumble down to my lips

They hang there in a minor wail The surface of the pool l rippled into hills Each crest in time with the soft balsa hammers striking my cheeks Light linen kisses

Night is sanctuary and observatory of Ends Day is just the means to them Tick in arc away the rations and moderate considerations I like big claims because I make them I don’t like winding down I prefer to run-leap and tumble