Suppressed and restrained by winter lust sage.
An inclusion so tight, the purity espaces from its vascular cage.
As souls once molded from one, our evolution breaks bond; now gorged and displaced.
A universal pull blurs the lines, their fingertips swipe across my face.
I close my eyes to jettison my fears. A removal from this ridged bleak.
I encapsulate myself with blindness, yet I still see beyond the stained and oblique.
I shift within their hands, their strength anchored from beneath their knees.
As I open my eyes, a vision of sanctuary lies await, crafted and passed down from grandfather trees.
I reach out, grasping only the void in absence born by breeze.
My body now tight, feet slipping…..
As the world halts; silence.
Only the ringing in ones’ ear of the world screaming.
I stretch and push, their limbs interrupting and greeting.
Clenching my jaw, teeth grinding and breaching.
Their fiberous hide now cutting and digging.
I squint my eyes, tears stabbing while streaming.
I dive into my sancturary.
Now broken, now bleeding.
All quiet; all calm; peaceful.
I rest entrusted by my sanctuary. I close my eyes to jettison my fears.
Dormant I lay, while the sage fingertips creep near.