I rest my head on our knees - 

I let us rest.

I listen to the amber, fire, gold, and ruddy

That shapes our radical holding.

Velvet purple splendor,

Waxed spirals flecked by ice.

Enfold each other dearly

Like barnacles flushed bright.

Hand to ear

And ear to knee.

Through tailored passages,

Reels our kindred radical holding.