Sunday, September 21, 2008


bring me a splinter of the sunlight
that I can see
in the depths of your eyes

a swallow of your air,
cool and moist with the scent
of the mountains will draw me
back down into my body,
[that neglected home
of the soul which aches
now in distant memory
of the time before]

slide your hand
down my spine,
as the joy rises up
into my throat and presses there,
roosting proud as a homing pigeon

Rachel Westfall
September 21, 2008

1 comment:

xooxo said...

Lovely, lovely ;)