is sensuous inhabitation doing the things we would normally do, just infinity times slower?
upon existing, over the fence, I saw two girls wearing your colours
wondering if they could sense the delicate veil of spring flowers on the lawn beneath them
or if later, their hands would linger together on a long silent goodbye
as I child, I wanted the ocean people to carry me away, I wrote it all over my diaries
a frail child always crying for home.
Related Blogposts
Dearest poetic pure minds of the sun Like looking at the same moon me me me me massage your solar plexus now with me . I’ve read that choosing the unknown is always the right choice , even if it doesn’t appear to give the best result . I think…
Crushed Lips. Colour me in every eye. I meet your question. My metal fingers melt into the cracks of your palm. Connecting the air of the skin, to the flesh, to the bones, and what fills the space in between. What exists in this vivid, yet completely still moment is…