yield

within the realm of delicate existence,

small thing, both tender and fierce

entangled in a ceaseless battle for sanctuary,

to resist and thrash against the pull,

or surrender willingly to waves' embrace,

accepting inevitable capture 

the sky’s tender underbelly unfurls

soft, exposed,

a symphony of life’s enigmatic tapestry

pulsating with the promise of life

innocence envelops like a gentle haze

soft skin, a haven of velvety grace

marred and tainted,

but clandestine and gentle still

a pregnable display

radiant, enigmatic, primal

something dear and secret

with a purity only they may know

the body recalls where the mind has lost trace 

and ethereal fibers prepare themselves to be torn apart again and again

tensing and twisting against gentle strokes 

to be splayed out across space and time 

like the entrails of a gralloched animal

plush and milky

expanses of eden

know nothing but ruin

if you tease the boundary between horizon and open sky

i will not stop you