We are hidden in

the missing light,
a dark recess.  Blind,
we are animals
of taste and touch. 
The air is slick with
scent and the whirring
guttural voices of beasts. 
Until the thinnest blade
of light cuts into us,
we are immaculate 
in the suns vivisection. 
The golden truth of
bodies lost in another’s

.