cradle

spent nights

in hollowed corners

from outside worlds

counting woven afghan rings

tallying breaths

marked by words dribbling

from each kiss

holding back from

seeing you

(into) fine hair

lashes skin

through tangibility

into each package of (the) possible

not (small) like valentines chocolates

a crate, or coffin holding

endless thoughts

of ends and beginnings

continuing or

stalling for that one last