49 and discovering life again, published poet, quiet and quirky. dry humor, conversation engaged, good reader of body language. Elemental His stretched hands compress the waterskin of her chest. Navel to neck, squeeze the buoyancy bubble. Distill this element oxygen, allow water to breathe. He burrows into her rosewood cello, sightless behind the fall of strings, immersed in sculpted tones. Effort scent spreads her ribs, stem of white rose will not wilt. Knuckle interiors trace sand ridges, shifting depressions that cloak clutches of turtle eggs. Islands are relative to their resting place. The shell of an egg is thick enough to break. Some islands are volcanoes, Some are skin stretched around the hollow.