intimacy reimagined
as a huge field of tulips at dusk locking lips with the swaying sky. you’re
not here. but i am. feeling all that i can feel. being all i can
be, with a shiver rising from my toes all the way up to the sky. as if i
am one of the gigantic percussive instruments somehow hidden
in the peripheries for an orchestral performance. played by a
ghost.
