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soft flecks of springtime blooms
s h y warmness of a g e n t l y waking summer.
and i hold your body trembling from truth in sweet sensitivity, you are here, here breathing the sunlight off of watery skin and dewy eyelashes i need nothing written only you curled into my chest and hand weaves knitting together the space between our bikes you, me under milky this is poetry well lived it is now and beautifully now.
here you are here with me you are close your heartbeat speaks with mine you are here with me to watch me watch you watch setting sun and feel its last warmth on our skin you are here with me so our hands can weave and bodies hold together so to be one.
quiet aliveness.
thank you thank you thank you.
i am packed i am ready to go i have left my body in the water.
this place was safe it was ours, among the trees we’d name and collect it was the soft sheets of sunlight that rested over us, resting us when everything we needed was here, never elsewhere it was the bird who would call to us, the one i would try to find and fail every time but love, nonetheless the one i’d call to, as i would call to you softly, shyly where eyes would speak with the sky and fingers to soft grass patting leaves, never wanting to leave this place was for you and me, being as free as we could be.
fingertips kiss dew drops and midnight eyes watch stars fall in love, they disappear in a quiet explosion the habitual screen is too bright for my eyes, it irritates, it is unnatural so i give my energy to the air it asks me to dance with it, it asks me to let go everything is too beautiful, everything is real breathing it fills us, it drains us, until we cant think of anything but this we say hello to the wombat.
山 , 雲 休息, 看看 日出 月光 ^ 、 、 、 爬 爬 看看 ( 我們 ) 爬 大理石畫畫我們看什麼 下 ’ ’ ’ 雨
我們順著河流 ~ 你最大的微笑。 ___ mountain, cloud rest, look sunrise moonlight watches us climb climb climb the marble draws what we see r a i n we follow the river your biggest smile.
i am a little bird who rests inside the warm pocket of your winter sweater we are restless in the empty place my eyes s e e k i n g peace in the pale colours of sky as you make gentle music with the earth and when we are in the river, whose water laughs around us we are calm, we can hear each other clearly speaking all the things we knew wordlessly our hands make strange and funny conversation, big smiles, a child’s laughter eyelashes we are infatuated with herbs gold instruments swing with unceasing bodies wooden drawers are fed, their opening and closing mouths little bats dance within the smoke puff of swirling evening insects the sun rests on the mountain
and you are asleep by the water.
memories collapse into n o w midnight whispers drifting into a dream and sleepy “good morning”s
your step still intersects with mine as we walk, spotting love in high up places in broken things, it f i l l s us and then we’re on the roof, dusk singing to the quieter city, to each other we’re surrounded by constellations and the old man takes my hand, he teaches me dancing, which i teach to you we are both so awkward, it’s wonderful and somehow the big city is e m p t y now as we lay on the pavement watching our favourite built things, and talking about thens and i’ve missed our voices together how i always skip a beat when you start counting dum, de, dum , dum your hands cradle mine, and i am safe.
arrival of the sunset cicada a new moon typhoon where we sheltered in the same place, hoping that the rain would s t a y so we could stay listening to one another then came the first day of sunlight, a welcomed w a r m t h onto my skin onto buildings, and i found myself at home on the back of your bike and in the gentle breeze that cared for us in our longest and shortest week and i always felt the undercurrent an unwavering w o n d e r and thankfulness for this immediate love of shy honesty, of wide smiles and our creepy keen excitement for each others company
thank you. o
can i love you like i love the trees ?
i think i gave you my lungs a little more each time, time we met and shared, shared do you notice how you breathe the air of two now and i, i, seldom breathe alone and i wonder why, why i gave you such a precious part, vital, you were vital and for some moons i woke, woke in the night , night
to feel, heaviness, h e a v i n e s s where they used to be and i wept wept because all that time, i thought i was missing you, you but i was missing me, .
a process of unlearning the actions and words that are said to be right we’re comfortable in our cages but our comfort was never ours in the first place it was theirs, we were told it was ours and we wonder why everyone is boring , why everything makes no sense now the repeated words are f a d i n g they mean nothing they are only shallow echoes hoping to be something they used to be everything only happens once but we love it too much to ever let go , repeat repeat we’re forgetting that we live in seasons.