Prelude, Dawn, Sunrise by taylor walker mitchell The dew turns to frost on the window screen in the early morning chill darkened light ripples through lattice and crystal the air sings (clear) in quiet voices and her breath her breath is heavy-of stillness and peace Cheek nestled, nose scrunched and warm, to the kiss between his shoulders, her breath on his back the strongest wave. Face to face, Respiration bridges the narrow span, teasing full-faced flutters, each pulse expanding ear-to-ear
8
