She flaps, cries out,
my arms tighten
her tangled spindly vines
dazzling green fear and recklessness search for me, disturbed
I kiss her face
It's okay, go back to sleep
She can hear it wherever she is, buries and hides in me, softer
sleep whispers to her again
and in the morning she doesnt recall
Excalibur, the journey we are on
why I do the things I do
