I am the rhythm of
dark clouds and half moon
heart thumps and falling celestial dew
the sound of rain weeping

Beating, the beat of
A moth flutter trapped in a mason jar
Tiny pinholes for air
Little seraph circled in silver dust

A hazy chrysalis
The interlace
Lace fingers
fragrant petals that whisper over the edge of skin

unspoken, but there and camouflaged
in waves of cool mist
tides undulating down
curling around like silk

like fog…..

written by malai carrara
photography by Jaroslaw Kubicki