This is a profile-pick Domani wrote for me and it is so beautiful I want to share it with you...
You can reach out and touch her air. Hear it whistle its life into your ear.
At dusk, minds are transfigured.
The obvious in light becomes mysterious and uncertain.
Dusk light offers worlds of possibilities.
She is dusk light.
There and everywhere she patiently decides if she will in due time offer her sun.
My arms wide and eyes open: come into me everywhere sweet light of dusk...