Beautiful recitation by R.A.D. Stainforth ... he smiles here ...
in economy of light.
Swifts lilt above,
twitter last rites.
We walk, until it's too late
for them to fly.
Dress, soft on your thighs,
flip-flops whisper
the rush of your voice,
echo your indelible press.
It's so dark,
I can't tell sound from touch,
or see your eyes.
