I can't get past the ache for the gentle night breeze and embrace that wraps space cool against the memory of the day's pace when I didn't appreciate all that you meant. To me I curl in the sand beneath the weight of bruises colorful under uncut swollen skin kissed blue and purple in a swirl of interpreted sin? Abused in the open divide so many eyes like gusts of wind they try, judge and execute. So I fly high above the circle