She Sat Down on the Couch.....

In silent hurt and promise
  1. And the eggshell beauty of her pain and grief
  2. Fragmented into demons, into toads, into harsh tongued ravens--no--no, larks, nesting wrens I say
  3. I drew it all in, her breath to mine
  4. And breathed back, we breathed together
  5. She gets back off the couch. A bruise blooms under my ribs
  6. I breathe