Gooseflesh (to Rodrigo)


Morning

Bleeds

Above

Manoa

Ridge

Raspberry

Saul

Yawns

Quietly

Looming

Clouds

Scrape

Birdsong

Your

Deep sigh

Sleep

Sounds

Turn

Me

Beneath

Blankets

You

Lay

Tawny

Skin

Wrapped

In cotton

Finger tips

Trail

Across

Ridges

And bone

Tickling

Today’s

Gooseflesh