Moisture hung heavy
From the ceiling
Walls breathing
Static tension like God
Squeezing us between his palms
Each breath tastes of ozone
A kiss to break the tension
A touch to call the lightning
We dance whilst staying still
Gather the weather
And dance naked
Underneath the deluge
My fingers slip beneath
Call the rain
Soaked until we glisten
Together
Like treacle.
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There’s those moments where you can hardly breathe with it. A lot of my work is capturing those times, never sure if it’s adequately achieved but there are points where I look back at something and it brings memories.
Thank you for commenting Melanie
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I stop by once in awhile to check in on your progress
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So long as its not a degradation, then I’ll be happy with that.
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Indeed.
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