Chapter 43: Breath and Pause

The rise and fall of your breast
Providing a rhythm for the humming
In my head, this song of spheres
Symphony of strings and quarks
My awareness extending
Behind the closed eyes I rest
And the simple finger drumming
In the next room and pears
Into the soft settled dark
A familiar blanket mending
The ills of the day
As my thoughts rise and fall
With the breath of a bird
My mind hearing the hum
Inevitably left among clay
And portent to forestall
All the whispered songs I’ve heard
Though at the back of the mind the drums
Echoing in a rhythm
Just like the rise and fall
Of your familiar flesh
Enjoying the dim
Perched appeal and appall
Of the dreams, that slip through the mesh
Of your charm