puhoi
my cheeks
my breasts
collapse.
the pines
curve
up to the sky
in an endless
screen.
the day
is balm
inside and outside
me.
sitting under the tree
they are all together.
the air
the pines
the sky
my skin.
if this moment is kept
the rest of life will
dull in comparison.
it might even be too sad
and drab to live in.
so the mind throws time
to one side
and pretends
it never happened.
but it did.