spinal tap
I am trying to get rid of this back pain-counting one two three four five-and trying to reimagine what pleasure feels like. It is a light blue, ray of sunlight kind of day and I see the feather that happens to float in the wind. The softness is attractive but it doesn’t feel right. I remember blowing dandelions and imagine a seed slowly catching wind and falling from the presumed cliff into the water. Slowly I watch it, feel it navigate the space of pain in my body as it lands, ever so softly in the water, creating the most delicate of ripples. eighty eight eighty nine ninety. It is a decadent feeling.
I still think about the days where you and I did not unknow each other. You, smiling a half smile, and I, understanding every creek lining your lips. It was as if the rivers of my desire were being asked to inhabit these spaces and before I knew it we were kissing. Glasses off and tv on, a vision captured blurry on the tv screen. KO.
