Touch (Abstraction)

There are hospitals where hands are a type of medicine I smooth the tremulous lines along your temples with my palm In these cellular rooms, bodies are worshipped in religions of disrepair We burden our mouths to carry more than language I align your tremulous temples in the rooms of my palm There are hospitals …

Stand By Your Song

My golden-throated friend Dorian Spencer has produced a gorgeous song that's probably the best response to TM I've heard to date.