Her fingers stroking my hair and the beam of ray peeping through the window melt at this hour of shallowness. I think of a mimosa blushing. Leaning against the wall she swallowed me in to her bones and marrow,once. A brimming river burst in our veins. I think of a fossil something hollow Out side the window the river lies there. A sinew just pulsating, draining into the crust of the earth.