in the night
before sleep
some nights
i can hear love poems dancing over concrete
can feel the forest of secrets burning on the tips of my skin
it is moment slike when
when i remember
a part of me is hiʻiaka.
a part of hopoe is laced within every woman i ever loved
i see her in you
in the mornings
before you rise
i see it in the brush behind your eyes
the forestʻs song in the sound of your breath
sometimes i just wait
until your chest begins to dance
again
rises faster and fall deeper
until seas of your eyelids are parted
and you remember me
your hiʻiaka has returned
and she is waiting for your story to begin
again
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