swimming, before the new moon
crescents-out all over the night,
my wet skin feels breen like yours does heat,
the mouth of the warm spring sun
on the skin over your heart

Carol Shillibeer is a synestetic and an epileptic, hence her obsession with “translations.” A writer, who also takes pictures, makes sound files, reads tarot, edits poetry manuscripts and teaches workshops, she publishes a few bits and bobs. Her list is at carolshillibeer.com