.
brush against my soul
.

where
the Arizona desert

meets your red cliffs
.
and the sound
of your voice...
.
the laughter...

every sigh...
I counted
.
each breath
.
each

one

slipped
past your lips
.
I wish
I could
do that

again

soon

more often

one day

because

my feathers
once flew

as I felt
your smiles

brush

against my soul
.