The quill cleanly sliced the surface of your58 lower back. long thinning and thick ascenders/descenders in the calligraphy of scripture. everything around those lines glowing bright pink, confirming so much ethnicity. and there just beneath the first layer were Netsach and Hod.59 my blood became your blood60 and        my hands became your hands.61 a large frame on the wall. a single word in different coloured inks.

I squirmed out from under your hand; you went out of your way.

59two lower sefirah in the kabalistic tree-of-life, vibrating just above yesod and the Shekhinah. together they are absolute prophecy and union of complimenting forces: in colours Light Pink & Dark Pink. Something driven by activity but not always visible.

60And Then She Started To Say: i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing

61and then she started to say it was ee cummings, but that: here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)