Im part; Of You

Collecting the remnants left outside
of herself; for reasons she can not abide,
her chest rises in measure, allowing
it to flow deeply inside
if only                                for a moment.





Pregnant in the denial; exhaling slowly, wow
her thoughts that kindle the flame without a vow
but still, no less intense in a subtle utterance,
from parted lips caught and understood; and now
she waits                                               for awhile.