Imploding

I sit on the corner of my bed,
A thousand images racing through my head.Imploding
Knees tucked up against my chest,
Arms clasped around my legs.
The air vibrating against my skin,
Clothing me in waves from the wake of the Leviathan.

I sit on the bed as though I were about to row
To distant, far flung shores,
Wending through exotic spaces,
Striving to reach foreign places.
The air vibrates against my skin,
Clothing me in waves from the wake of the Leviathan.

The room is lit with evening’s glow.
My eyes accustomed to such sombre tones.
The hum of the water, in the air, hangs motionless;
The people call out to each other, voiceless.
The air vibrated against my skin,
Clothing me in waves from the wake of the Leviathan.

As that air does me compress,
Embalmed by the touch of a mother’s caress,
My heart and mind dovetail
And meet halfway beneath a sail.And in that twilight of heart’s delight,
My skin makes the air vibrate into the night.

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