Cobalt bluehardens against her back,a pool of touchcollecting at the baseof her neck,her thigh a ripe orchard. *dawn breaks* he lights a cigarettefrom the blue flame of morning,ruffles of feathers and soundsbrush the fragile new edges of the day. She is waiting for somethingin the quietest hours of sleep.She is waiting for his handsto come out of the darkness.She is waitingfor a new goddess to worship:The Goddess of Rain....

I want you to discover me. I want you to pull back all the weeds and the foliagethat have overgrown and tangled about my throat,to uncover the clear jewels, gleamingthe bright sound of water running,warm earth on bare feetthe arch of my constellation,the sweet sound where the surf draws backand for an instantwashes you out of Dream.Watch it now as it curls back in on itselflike a serpent breathing...and you are there brea...