Her voice <br />ran out <br /> <br />to meet us <br />before she did <br /> <br />her singing <br />gathering us up <br /> <br />held invisibly <br />in each note <br /> <br />as if already <br />we were a bunch <br /> <br />of flowers <br />in her hand <br /> <br />before she pulled us close <br />to her cuddly warmness <br /> <br />all breasts
