I have seen the hands which willow like
move with liquid fluidity, and I know the eyes
too delicate to dream such visions of violence.
But there on the page passes the trepidation that belies the eyes so lovely, one hopes tears never traverse.
when brutal tempests
tamp down on you.
And let your limbs protect when the horns of your demons break forth from your skull.
In the entanglement of arms
in the entanglement of twisted limbs bent with light refracted
through the prism of social meaning, we can find
submerged in water
as we swim like the Pisces we’re meant to be.