How Do You Breathe

in a curl of dust the wind sweeps from sight molted tears feather-light searing fresh new tissue naked rivulets wet pulses that taste each molecule of air and summon from the fathoms of her heart feasts of memory laughter the heat of the sun an infant's song the kissing sea a fevered sleep

born late into a prodigal dawn she suckles full-throated wild-eyed while strands of coarse hair fall
nails thin blood cools and as winter descends she waits for  tender nights when quivering moments dance rhythms on her skin