Across the Threshold

Skin-slipped snake-likeUnused as I am to allowing the simple grace of tenderness, of transition.Struggling against sensitivity,Callow, gawky without my sharp-edges,No longer a creature against which the world may break itself,I am instead broken open.With a finality like birth, like dying into myself,Strangely conscious of everySingleMoteGlistening diamonds in the web.Trailing fingers as across the lips of … Continue reading Across the Threshold