Susanamia

Moss and silt the forest floor, breath from your body, exhaled by your skin, your hair, so entirely you. I find it where my kisses live, in the hollow just below your ear, it’s there in the space just above your heart like vapor released by its beating. When...

I know this from the groves speckled orange with fruit, petal spotted white, with leaves so green they grip your soul. I know this from a sunset, From a time before you, If there really ever was a time before you. I remember it so well, But...