Beds and pillows and time and long, long hair

The hours lost
The way you've spun
In a whisper deep and down a hallow sound
Mouth agape, wordless, unafraid
End me and consume what is left of me.
The ceiling and the space
The clawing and the sail
In an echoing emptiness
Unhanded my way.
In this cave,
my hours lost,
my head has spun,
and I am a sound.
A deep, hallowing, clawing, and echoing sound.
In a whisper,
I am beside and inside a whisper.