The body seems a bit shook
by mighty messages in rivers
could such a weight in tidiest concentric ties
be blessed to carry the vain images of angels
could they know the utter joy of children laughing
the primal power in one breath
while present in the chassis
could they know the quartz of finger tips in the hair
the subtle moons produced by blushing ear lobes
fornicating in the vivid quiet
-Sabrina
Sabibi Davidson 