The Maple Tree Seeds Helicopter to the Ground.

The humidity rose,…the oil reflected off your skin.
I tasted your skin; the sourness stung; my tongue scoured your skin with no abrasion felt.
I felt positioned in the fork of the branches and was overcome by the tropical winds blowing from the Atlantic shores.
There I descended into the depth of the ocean’s wells.
Your legs were like the rigid stems planted to the ground.
My mind, the maple trees’…



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Interested in people, nature, science and technology, and history. MSc in Research Methods (Birkbeck), MA Industrial Design (UAL)