This is what it must have sounded like in the hollow of her:
a timbre not unlike a hushed beach fire blue with salt
faint hiss of smoke scorched sand eelgrass
among coals uprooted from the deep fissure where they forested
whole shoals of fish; not to be mistaken
for tenderness merely a place of holding
a timbre not unlike a hushed beach fire blue with salt
faint hiss of smoke scorched sand eelgrass
among coals uprooted from the deep fissure where they forested
whole shoals of fish; not to be mistaken
for tenderness merely a place of holding
