with spur the moment travels come spur the moment emotions. it’s amazing how much can be revealed to you at the most keen moments…of course i mean this sarcastically…(at the most horribly poorly timed moments!)….nonetheless once that layer is peeled back there’s no undoing it. i see it for how it is, it hurts. we were supposed to be bigger than this but once it was triggered there was no undoing her. I always find myself acquiescing to apology. & now i’m left confused but aware. aware of just how much is bottled, and in what way it spills a waterway that even a channel can’t corral.
Fahrani Empel and Luke Stedman, the essence of cool.
i think of you, [all of you] in faint white light so far away now.
you finger painting my waist with such light strokes
you elongating my spine with bath like kisses
you grasping for life on petite shaped hips, a part of me
i think of what you saw….what you felt….to keep you there.
swan like S across my back pressed…
i think of how such a blunt girl can become so demure in these moments.
living every perpetuated childhood taboo amongst wrinkled linens…
i think of how i’m not meant for this sort of thing.
i think of my delicateness…
i see the faintness….
i think of how….