Early morning solitude, dew pulling at the silk of spiders webs,
I sit and stare out of the window and watch the shadows kiss the earth with the lightest touch.
The flowers cascading off the edge of the branches jitter,
a life force straining to leak out, rupturing at the edges.
The desire, the fear of falling, I clamber at the crumbling rocks, saving myself from each breath.
I am enveloped by the cushioning mouth of Her,
stripped bare of the white noise that coats the surface of my skin,
the maybes and merry-go-round wonderings.