Storm

Under the green jungle crown 

you silently go, 

Shimmers of light pattering 

down onto your soft, worn skin. 

The deep, unconscious current guards

my hopeless human figure from

the continuous plume of silence 

echoing below my floating forearms. 
 

my pure body is tossed in a 

The paragraphs you send me are long, 

certain, 

and completely free; 

they take flight around my mind like gentle songbirds,