Talk to myself out loud
Thank people for their thoughts
No rhythm
To save the soul
To save you when you need.
It’s the leave
The leaving solip
The you indivisible.
It’s the stop, rest, consider
It’s the life of a field
Fertile, never lazy, replete.
The touch of someone who won you
Who feels like you
Swan down
Goose down
Head down in their lap
Their hand in your hair
Your hand in their theirs.
In them with them
Beyond sense
