Cave

Fingers swirling like water to a sinkholeHalima touches the swell,Whirlpools darkening at her navel,She waitsAs her husbandTakes his fill,Syruping her fever,Roping her hair into necklaces, knuckled glass, chuckling, a phantompain packing insanity and laughter and windows clear enough to look through.Pause that knock.Ask if this is okay. If this is true.If blood is red.If fire […]