Poems from celinevira
first breath above the glass-drops
first breath without splash-drops
to cough back into my holding cell
just now
just now figuring out...
Blinded,
Bound,
By nothing (to define it).
Colors fell away
As quickly as the Aspen leaves,
Who'd played in costumes of death for a day...
summer wind whips around me,
carries me out to the milky way.
i let you taste the light on my lips.
more depth in this kiss
than in that...