Treasure
By Bonny Cassidy
He rose.
Time fell away
in strands. It had coloured
him, breathing
as he breathed, broken
in places like water.
His hips circled forward
a crowded horizon
its surface grazed.
He rose.
Time fell away
in strands. It had coloured
him, breathing
as he breathed, broken
in places like water.
His hips circled forward
a crowded horizon
its surface grazed.