You say that I am sunluminous and warmbut I am Earthcollided with Moondestined to this orbital dancerhythmic and patterned.
Raindrop.Then two, ten, great sheets of rain.Glide through traffic; wipers whisper dud thunk, dud thunk.We round the corner.We are home now…
Come, come dream with me.Horses,Not colts, but horses that have watched seasons pass.No whips, all of us, all of us have had more than enough…
Prose
Aren’t we all hybrids?
You flow through me,
waking me to the sound of your life-giving melody
How sad is that?