We are all in seperate beds
My room door closed
Came down off the mountain to a plateau
Breath heavy till lifted light
We are across from each other
Keys on the dresser
Mirror turned away
I am really here
Cold
Warm
Manipulating what moves in the air
Suspended by string
Its been quiet
We sit together
My every foot step announced by the beam of my smile
Its from someplace where they meet
we play games
Fighting sticks
Can you feel when my hand is near
You had better practice
Sweet dreams
Am i confessing or digressing
These things aren’t speedily played with anymore
I practice discernment
I know better now
I digress it is done
We venture to our seperate rooms right across from each other
It is my keys behind the locked door on the dresser
I sprawl across the bed I will not share
The storm is over
Please don’t be jaded
Sabibi Davidson 