From the perspective of the bed your hands looked so close-
to mine.
I could feel the friction in between my fingers
as if inside of you lay a thousand sheets-
of softness.
From the horizon, the wind you blew-
past my neck-
that of an oceans strange breeze
which invites you to currents of -
nausea.
Holding my eyes back towards the darkness of the room-
the light that crept in and exposed passing
by the cracks and ripples of my hair.
TEXT - THE FEMALE ZOO
