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| Photo by Kurt Arrigo https://500px.com/kurtarrigo |
There’s a quiet wash of beauty that falls from the sky in the shape of tear ducts like petals
‘round a flower or the almonds of your eyes.
She has a pulse, sometimes muted, padded feet on the soft ground, gentle gentle to and fro, sometimes boisterous with laughter.
There’s a quiet wash of beauty that falls from the sky.
She drip drips into the hollows of your heart and fills you full until you and she are one wave of interconnected consciousness, until you’re liquid motion, dancing satin in untamed skies.
There’s a quiet wash of beauty in the sky.
Do you hear her?
As she breathes ribboned secrets past the surface of your fleshy coat
