In this silence there are no words. Will be back on November First.



She ironed me out with her bare hands
Sliding oil at fingertips
My body drank it all in, thirsty, parched twig
Gulping without pause.

Kneading, hitting, hurting, pampering
This sounds like a story already told
But as my joints rotated and my neck clicked
A deep sleep from within covered me.

When I awoke in sweat and glow
I smiled at the smoothness of my flesh
My skin radiated a million lights
Bathed in beauty, I slept again, alone, all alone.