question everything.

the first night

she traced your 

silhouette for 

three days and nights

as you breathed out

her manifestation, white

light illuminating the outline

to remind of the spaces

in between true 

focus, following

your every move,

even in dreams

they lie side by side as

slices of impermanence 

the last night your 

eyes quickly flashed 

hot, and for one second 

she peered inside a 

dark space, after gifting a 

mirror of everything,

what was left of a beating

heart, vibrations 

through fingers splayed

wide open before you, and

yet, you did not yield 

you said nothing was tossed aside,

you told her to wait, and she heard 

stop, because she is too much, too 

sensitive, never quite enough  

for now press your hands 

against her flesh

hold tight to

lend a piece of 

yourself for safe keeping,

yes, just like that, 

pour, pour yourself 

into yet another soul, but

she is made of copper, humble 

goddess, prepared to

nourish and 

swallow the fated,

holding tenderness in 

oiled palms, but she is not
carrying the talisman you seek

 © 5.21.2018 heather brager

Patricia Ariel.