Moments In Movement
Moth wings thunder on windowpanes.
The distance between a screech owl
and your dreaming ear - exactly one heart-beat.
You can disappear under fingertips
that love you.
A woman is a troublesome thing.
Every drop of rain
speaks a language of aftershocks.
Blood eventually weighs you down.
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