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The only voice of hers I know is in my head, frozen to an untouched form, lying, bedwarmed, in gravity’s stead. Advertisements
The mouth, birthing a migrant kiss, begs gravity’s pardon in raising lips to a sublime arc.
In these mortal coils I have always marveled at the sheer lightness of centuries rising to meet love in a single feral drop of gospel distilled to its purest form.
By reign of pearls, a pin-up siren minding gravity to commemorate a slow-burn fade to mortal flash.
Water, like a tempera of fog, buoying the natal intent, the fragile rapture, against which gravity sets an insoluble course.
To hell, lovingly, with gravity as it claims one’s pulse and vitals; a precipitous plunge into faith at the far end of a diminishing tunnel pinched by light.