Orion
The shadows' breath tangles itself in my outstretched fingertips in the moment i close my eyes to Orion.
My tee darkens with moisture in the midnight grass that tickles my neck.
Serenity pushes and pulls like shoreline waves from my fingers to my core and back again.
An immeasurable amount of pressure balloons from my chest to the candle lit universe that presses back.
Hairs stand from the Earthen static and ozone in my atmosphere.
I can talk to my great grandmother here, talk to my uncle here, without ever taking a breath.
Each billow of my colorful, but at the same time black and white mind expresses my intentions.
I am clean here.
My tee darkens with moisture in the midnight grass that tickles my neck.
Serenity pushes and pulls like shoreline waves from my fingers to my core and back again.
An immeasurable amount of pressure balloons from my chest to the candle lit universe that presses back.
Hairs stand from the Earthen static and ozone in my atmosphere.
I can talk to my great grandmother here, talk to my uncle here, without ever taking a breath.
Each billow of my colorful, but at the same time black and white mind expresses my intentions.
I am clean here.