Shackled to the shadows
of a brutalist building, words
barely grazing our lips,
we talked about this.
Our breath stirred the air,
that sabbath exhalation
at the end of creation;
the wordless sigh of God.
Shackled to the shadows
of a brutalist building, words
barely grazing our lips,
we talked about this.
Our breath stirred the air,
that sabbath exhalation
at the end of creation;
the wordless sigh of God.