Calm

I grow calm in your arms like a vein of blood joined to your veins circulating in the soft blue bed in the safe sheath of the warp and weft of your body there is no sound, except the sound of your heart counting one, two, ... one, two, ... atrium and ventricle in one heart under one skin .... No sound is here except the sound of a wave that collapses lovingly into the depths of another wave. I grow calm in the ring of your arm like a mute figure that slowly, slowly emerges from muteness in full clarity takes shape from the movement of your fingers over the body of wax ...