Cloud Bursting
The sky skeleton
opens her rib cage
to cradle our skin storm,
which now only falls as rain
Sailing our ship alone
lighthouse blinks within coffin,
maybe you can pack a suitcase with sadness
walk backwards down star staircases
Unbuttoned and undressed
naked as winter tombs,
moving-on submits my mouth to braille
reading breaths which settle under tongues
One morning,
the sky will fall seamless
and in the silence
everything will just be







I like how this feels ethereal & familiar. The movement in it is elegant & the wording unexpected & perfect. Welcome to the Stars
Very kind. Thank you
I like the cadence and the flow ….
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Thank you. Really good to see you again. Hope you are well. R
Dear R,
“moving-on submits my mouth to braille” how familiar this feels and such a brilliant description of trying one’s best to move-on. I can really appreciate this process. It’s difficult beyond comprehension and as lonely as it can possibly feel. Hauntingly lovely piece.
H🌷
So good to read you on here H. I’m learning the delicate touch of braille and happy to welcome heart & skin acrobatics x