Open like wings
I am woman,
a dreamer, a child.
My bones and veins are quiescent
falling at the precipice of sleep.
You are a distant spirit I
reach for with weightless hands
trailing your form with my senses,
threads of filament, the weight
of a sigh.
I have locked away your secrets,
in your heart confided my own.
Although we have been here forever
we only touch with our minds.
art by Victoria Selbach