Little Abel's needle feet
darts my chest,
then embraces me, her arms
liquid as waves,
when she sees me bleed.

And tightens her grip,
to hear my spine and elbows
crumple,
then lets go.
Silk dress stained, sways
towards her sleep.

And from slumber, sways back
to me
to dip her feet,
again. Dancing as the puddles
turn to scarlet Sea.