The diabolical breathwork of
Contract and release.
Diaphragm to breast.
Skin pulling tight enough to count ribs, like keys on a piano.
Play them as a xylophone to calm my frenetic feral fury.
It is sea shanty time at Maple Hollow.
Come to gather ’round, salty sea dog.
Exhibition of the blushing provocateur,
an energetic howling, sweet sea monster wailing for you,
swimming through kelp forests of her own hair.
Hide and seek.
Demure despite (but, never in spite) appearances.
Let me energize that ennui into
Dynamic current/s.La femme d’argent.