From: rhys@twics.com       

TRAD
it is as if I breathe upon it to cause decay
senseless as this fear is; I rely on it to breathe me
with the rush of your nearly falling gestures
your slow motion alight upon my body
like some animal dance or a child
 
casual in purpose as our words seem urgent
I reach to myself completely in you
how odd to be so whole, as if I had been broken
and restored within a dreamıs misgiving
 
I own your words like a native language
foreign to others and static in restlessness
I breathed my drink like a brother of anguish
regretting in retrospect   silly things
nothing held stays and pity held too close
destroys the bones which hold it precious
 
so even if this fear is not fear but wisdom
and even if I prove more prescient than lucky
I can only break again and what of it
to have been broken and to return to brokenness
is zero. I could lose more, I could hurt more
never having been awoken to the smoothness
of our sleep together or our touch or words
how they fall around us comfortably in our time
			 - rhys