Depth

Her fingers stroking my hair
    and the beam of ray peeping
    through the window melt
    at this hour of shallowness.

    I think of a mimosa blushing.

    Leaning against the wall
    she swallowed me
    in to her bones and marrow,once.
    A brimming river burst in our veins.

    I think of a fossil
    something hollow
    

    Out side the window   
    the river lies there.
    A sinew just pulsating,
    draining into the crust of the earth.

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