Lights still on
They burn
my peripheral vision.
Up above my armpits
Reading back the conversations.
way back since we became friends.
me always asking questions.
Somehow sadness prevails
Impossible to mend.
Possible to dance to.
Dancing
with disproportional limbs to one another.
Happiness.
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sometimes the inability to verbalize is the essence of the longevity of the unspoken. to settle in into the untold. to be comfortable within regret without lingering on the tremble. to be blue and pretty, to unlock, dismantle and embody. to be unsure who is who and what is one to another. to be you at the moment when it hurts to give you back your self without you noticing. to linger in thoughts to linger in the movement, to die, and awaken unnoticed. to catch a dislocated breath. towards you. to see you in the dusk. to let all the folds fall unnoticed. to tremble, to let go to keep moving. to be tiny, to cry a little to know the knots got untangled and they were hopelessly tangled. to breathe. to go together yet in different directions. in beauty.
You sweat
I see halfmoons on your shirt. Dainty deliverance
Love
Marked
In breath
As we march touchin shoulders touching shoulders, touching.
To part never parted
Unison in void
Shoulders touching shoulders touching
We
I left I behind
In unison shoulders touching shoulders touching
Nosebleed inside
Shoulders touching
Finger in mouth chewing on my nail chewing on yours
Shoulders touching shoulders touching
Beneath your pits
My sweat
don’t show
But I smell
Shoulders touching shoulders touching.
Dainty deliverance
Love
Marked
In breath
As we march touchin shoulders touching shoulders, touching.
To part never parted
Unison in void
Shoulders touching shoulders touching
We
I left I behind
In unison shouldes touching shoulders touching
Nosebleed inside
Shoulders touching
Finger in mouth chewing on my nail chewing on yours
Shoulders touching shoulders touching
I see halfmoons on your shirt.
Beneath your pits
My sweat
don’t show
But I smell
Shoulders touching shoulders touching
half moons on your shirt. Dainty deliverance
Breath
The body is twitching in unnoticeable tender way. Floating. Not thinking. Strangely satisfied. Pretty sure. And boundless. Anchored under the ribcage. Feeling the pull ever so slightly, just to know I'm here.
It is bound by a tiny gold fish hook. Like a tiny, fragile earring. The undistinguishable thread of rose gold pulls ever so slightly in all directions, ones I still can not distinguish. They are all over my head. Like a luminous dandelion. Yet, the minuscule feathers never come off no matter how I move. Happiness prevails. An enormous expanding feeling.
Strange certainty of floating above. Awareness of the surface of the scalp and tiny hair follicles. Again the body seems to be at the right geographic position. It is getting smaller and my skin more translucent. I like the tiny blue veins showing. Right across my hip bone. Where the skin dents in, creating a hollow.
Like becoming old and new simultaneously.
The feeling is of movement in all directions at once.
I like my gift.