In love with your flickering image
You are too fast for us
You bounce and twist and wriggle
We gasp
But that white grainy ghost child
Is not you
Your very own darkness
Is translucent, soft and warm.
Fierce dream of blood and sinews
You are all body.
I hear your heart beat
At exactly the right speed
I see you place your hand against me
I see you kick, I see you float
In the forgiving space
I see you turn away
14 January 2010
