This quiet
Chi sau, we play
Listening with our skin
To the things we’re not
Saying aloud
And the force in my hands
Overpowers yours
With a smile
Give me your breath
I yearn to sing
In a brutal, gentle key
With you
My fingers between your lips
This robust dance
Like stars colliding
Lighting the sky
With each blow
As loud as church bells
As quiet as a
Temple garden
Say my name,
It sounds like victory
To my ears
MB Blissett 