Gravity

 

Wine dark

Staring at the fire

Hours and hours

Moment after moment

 

The lavender evaporates

A face in front of me

Tells me everything

I knew before will be gone

 

The weight, the wait

The weightlessness

The ritual

The field, the force

The both of us

The emperor

Cloaking me

In gravity

Yes, all this and more…

 

Diadems

Hanging over my head

Out of sight

Am I ready for you yet?

 

The midwife spurs the pain away

Her name is Violet

She speaks of colours

I have never seen before