with Reka Jellema
Your hand inside my ribcage found
Through grottos serpentine dispersed
A sonar ping, an ache resound
A whisper in reverse
I was your thready palpitation
A confession chambered, divided
I was the shape of repercussion
A skein, so many-sided
A heart you could not reverence
A clamor clanging down the halls
Braille fingers curled for clasping
Written with Reka Jellema
© Reka Jellema & Brendan Bonsack
September 2014