liminal space

liminal space

living forever in 

the gentle opposition 

of magnets, 

their cool backs 

kissing my hands.

the floor trembles 

as they begin to talk,

so the 

deepest inhale

I will take, 

breath by breath 

I unravel like 

so many ripples 

in the pond.

inhale, exhale

but can't I just stay

suspended

in the softness 

between 

these magnets, 

untouchable, 

unbroken--

their cartoon faces 

blurry 

to my weary eyes. 

inhale, exhale

something has 

fallen, 

hairsbreadth out of place--

the skim of my reverie 

is torn. 

so I dive deep 

under, 

fingers grazing the bottom

of an endless blue 

with nothing but silt

to hold.  

inhale, exhale

the floor 

is still, even, 

quiet--

but I have lost

the magnets, the dirt,

that feeling 

of 

suspension. 

in its wake, 

I murmur 

sweet nothings--

long-forgotten melodies

with parched lips, 

the notes souring 

just as they are born.