read me

read me
not the words, but me

as a feeling, as I am, all at once

as you are, standing at the top of a waterfall looking over, the wind coming up and the feeling in your stomach and the ache to jump and somehow fly or be the water

pouring over the edge of something, rushing down and landing in yourself, meeting yourself in the air and the pool below and the stones and the river and the sea

as your mouth tastes, thick, lips sticking to themselves, opening quietly
swallowing, tongue lifting, smoothing the thickness

begin

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