Sleepy hands are tracing fire,
as your fingers dance across my knee...

Eyes closed.
Let my hands...

Like a prayer, almost
two hands clasped...

This morning I woke up shaking.
Scared and shaking so hard...

I am scared of being
diminished...

If you keep moving
you can't cry...

O Love, how ardent be
the words with which I would woo thee...

all things pass.
all things change...

I feel your loss
like two rivers...

I've always loved you--
your hands, your eyes...

Reflection.
An image...

Acidic, my throat burns, constricts, I am
sick...