drapes around my feet,
A poem about what happens when your gaze meets mine.
Up into the flesha balloon rips through the airpain explodesstands for a moment like
It’s always about air.It’s always about drift.Wandering and wondering and wilting — in need of watering.
You can listen to my narrated version here.
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Imagine ecstasy interminablepure life, bare skin,neither thorns nor teeth.Minds mingle and verifypeace, pleasure, one shared soul,earthly…
Gazing at the moon’s reflection, waterBobbing, gently glowing ripples shape-shiftSky bombs bursting, seas swelling, changing form…