slip of the tongue | cmr

it is not a tickle but...

It is not a tickle but a fluttering of air
    skirting the upraised flesh of my arms.
It is not a sigh but the sway of the air
    swirling in the lip of my ear.

They are seconds trapped in a nest of space
    so secure in memory, my body experiences it
    like a birth
And is reborn
Again and again.

Again and again.

posted by christen roberts @ 2:26 PM