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Stretch: a love letter to the body.
Nikki Giovanni (1974)
A lack of reciprocity signals to me that I'm not where I ought to be.
Leendert Blok. Flower growing, tulips, The Netherlands, circa 1927.
Yikes, how easy it is to just give your life away when you avoid accountability / when you act as if you're not a decision maker
can't help but feel more alive when remnants of orange remain in the sky as late as nine / a thin layer of dress separates nudity from freedom - the kind you initiate sex in - humidity dares - the night is as young as we are / picked up a blunt and a slush in a big cup and took the long way round / the road home was sprinkled with lightning bugs like a '95 Tennessee summer / the heat holds a hundred memories - i am coated in my days
There will be transference when we graze each other with our lives.
For hours afterwards, she would recall the beautiful athleticism he stroked her with. His shapes shifting to accommodate and accompany her own geometry. He adhered to all her slopes and speeds. Surrender unresisted. The dance would not leave her. Nor would the curves of his curiosity, inching forward. Not for days. The dew of his desire still on her grass... In the morning, she uncurled her body and felt his shadow lips slip down the dip of her back. The tug of hair, her exposed throat. She wore his memory like a cloak. Somehow stronger and more naked inside his robe.
Is it hard or are you tryna do it alone?