I'm not there
Nor truly here
Dangling along the periphery
-Cliff side
Water flung against my body

I am a wet splotch of gasping veins

Feline hair wringing in darkness
Pinned by expectations

You: As you step through the door
the Sun sails into your skirt
It blooms beautifully

You are incandescent
My heart shouts: Over here!
Ethereal baby.