3. Julie K + Pele Bapere

You’ll blow tender on me to cool my blood
Fever pitch sirens fade in surrender
Rendering my posture blissfully timid
Glimpses of deceit run laps on retinal playgrounds
How germane those once quaint customs now seem
Cave dwellings where visions could never glow
Unnerved, unarmed, unflinchingly I unravel
And the hands of all seasons spell your name
Setting down my mind with temperate musings 
To soothe and settle homeless nerve endings
With a wistful lay, so low and beguiling 
Once mangy and wild, I'm folded into WE
Shedding this longing scarce in conceit
What is time and love and what beast forms them