Light spills from beneath the awning,
nets in a puddle of tattooed air as it
travels over her pale features. A face
grows in concentration. Follows by an
exhaling of tangled peals, searching
for escape. Dizzy from the pull of swift
release and jarring hysteria, she unfurls
those long fingertips. Reaching for the
buoyant silhouette. Dovetailing with the
flutter of its yellow haired river. It nibbles
at the fingered suspension. Soft eyes, one
in a surprise caught, and the other veils
in shadow, leaning back into itself. Doubt
latches on to the skirt of the percussive
energy, sluggish. Like a naked dandelion
head floating awkwardly with broken stem,
empties through of downy plume. At the
sudden stir of air passing over them,
recognition shapes. In condensation and
smoke. Where the light is enchained and
acoustic vignettes tote along to shoulder
the notes of memory over. It knows what
she knows. It feels the same impressions
of her sensibility and riddled dreams. Atoms
dance across twined fingers. Breaths fusing
at the nubs in an ever curving flow of ions.
Twin bones. Twin fates. Forging into one.
Into an alphabet of matter and light.