You arising
out of memory,
the clear spot
where flow
stops.
A long song lifts,
This note more tender
than the last.
Still here
Senses feel
One heart open and close
Like silk poppies pulsing
dancing orange sun.
You needed me
for primal reasons;
Not that
But money was.
I just needed a friend.
But how,
How
is a mystery.
Dana Lee 