AMP: Artists' Meeting Place and Resource Collective

Lacking rhythm, the rain danced,
Spaces filled with puddles of hopping
Notes of peace; and bits, and pieces
Of where you wanted to be.

Being warm, from inside out.
Unbuttoning with the fluff of
Questions still moist
On the back of your teeth.

Faith is an island,
Where they speak in tongues
Which wrap around my gut,
And stick to my soul.