Losing you, a free fall Rushing air, inverted chest vacuum sucking, gasping. Then I landed. Ground reverberating up through muscular...

I find myself in the in-between again. I try to name it: liminal space, unknown, ambiguity, paradox... but not limbo, that implies...

My breasts hunger to be cupped, held & kissed. Released from the bondage of this thin nightshirt, loose and supple, Ethiopian cotton. Yet...