Colibri.

I want to show you an intimate moment.
Breathe the cascades of your blood into a movement.
Of authentic texture with a scent that belongs only to you.
To us.
In the swirling and twirling of the cellular ojos. We breathe.
Beautifully broken and perfect. Trail the tip ever so slightly.

Of your finger, on my neck. The back of my neck. Its softness comforts me in the midst of the blinding characteristics of this moment. And I can be free to feel it. For a moment.
I am afraid.
And I am here to hold it. And then open my hands to set it free.