Holding life under breath. Breath holding the life. Life left. Left Life. Breathe in the Yogic Manner
Cuddle next to me, Lets' sleep. Morning, You. Both. Where are you? This morning, you?
I sometimes want float high, And to think neat & precise. Then , I want to cut down words, And splash the words around, And hear them thudding on the ground, coming apart with: with glee & abandon.