Caresses of a foot in flight
without a gravitational pull, a hand crying
can't reach a touch,
the tree birthing from a maternal embrace,
shadows of a dance
between human forests and tales accustomed
to maintaining the cover shut,
chaos covering the music of a scream
sitting in a chair, ready to escape
thrusted to the ground
hugging its floating talk
in murmurs; body
of water raging
to touch
with a sight.
