THE WEAVE:

Lilith dreams

and writes it down…

"To touch another body,
rather than soothe
mySelves, with Endless

Word.  The dialogue
dies off, in a kiss,
and the closeness

of what is.  The Earth
pushing into me
between the parting

of the Lover's lips.
Words do not Matter
Here.  It is the One Place

Lucy fears to come.
To feel the weight of blood
-filled body, laid

upon my own.  To hold
the Sky, like Gaia,
until Wind falls

in beds upon the Ocean."