Through the breach A poem by Daigneault

Through the breach

A poem by Daigneault

Through the breach

a misty gauze

Distant language

her tender hands

Words float like cotton

And taste like cream

Yes cotton

and cream

This fragrance

All her own

Funny how

the drip seams

It hums a little

in the line

Then sings

Soaking into flesh.

The tune the words

Known

But the song

Yes a fragrance all her own