Susurration

Where are we
what has happened
between the surfaces
of me and
yours (so sweet,
so cold)

should it rend asunder
me: leaving you with the
mad bloom so tenderly set
into the ground of me
by eyes
(so
long ago)

I wonder:
what will you do with it?

I ask.

(what does your soul say;
do not be afraid:
for I wish to hear it sing)