Chewlie

Shattered, I began to turn to the core. The swirling ease that is shedding its skin to remember me; In my deepest, I always assumed the intimate. Dawning in me gently and unaltered I can feel you, you unnamed. Inward, my beloved—are you the world? Can you touch me with your quiet?
 Me, looking through you; you, nesting in me.
 Naturally, you place your melody in the shell of my ear. Ever listening, I find myself playing the strings of your instrument that bodies my imagination.
 Come closer, my …