stretch, limber limb,
with your train-track rail
unbending in the breeze;
extend, svelte shadow
and press your white palm into mine;
i will squeeze it tight,
i will promise not to let go.
i will follow you.
take me there:
bring me where darklings sway in dreams
to music composed by thunderstorms.
lead me there.
take me down,
coax me into the earth–to sleep,
to slumber, to rest silent and embedded
in the cold warmth of my mother’s womb
until eternity forces open my placenta
and breaks me free again,
beautiful like you