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."