loralee jade

the fire between us

soft bloom rising

vein

the presence of absence

inner pink

latch

nearing

the shape of knowing

night body, soft glow

the place before language

in the company of

the bed we made / hollow of the bed

the thing that stayed

remembering the way back

seated

at the edge of recognition

within the fold

somewhere familiar

recollected

vein of milk and light