By: Shelbi Henny

When gaps tend to surpass the ice melting
though charged with equity
a calling a relentless tenacity 
to sign my name on blank sheep music 
that burst rhythms to burning stagnant wood 
twigs that split and drip with ice sickles 
saying in clear vibrations of 4 letter words
that transition to combing through my emotions
saying yes 
let me hold you
setting fires to water
creating waves to bonfires
perfectionist to combining both signs
confusing my beliefs that it didn't intrude
yet unexpected I was guided to use 
a safe word 
a quote plastered on my tongue like a tattoo 
it burned 
and left me warm yet cold 
comfortable yet alarmed 
mystic yet unsure 
of combinations