tiny quiet sleeping bodiescurled tight, soft donuts ofblood and bone nestledin nests of twig grass and twinefluttering limbswarm heartbeatsdare to dreamlittle wonders-rjm

Call your lover through the centuries, tip his chin with faint fingertips On his knees, supplicant lips parted tongue pressed to wet teeth With his hair tangled in your fingers bless him and forgive him his transgressions -rjm