Take away light
and the world grows
larger and smaller –
a whisper travels
down your spine and
saturates the room
a finger’s brush
ignites a candle
and a continent
a tongue’s flick
ushers your body
through free-falling
space and the inside
of an orchid’s
throat – you glide
to the ceiling and dive
into your lungs
where the breath
feels hushed, hidden,
waiting for the tender
graze and final crush