Day: October 8, 2014

direction (of diving) patterns of vision. luster combustion. this light. off of him. onto him. this pace slowing head turning stop where you realize that the two of you did not cease. running. i escaped and he turned. i stopped. and i never pause to stand in one place. i keep the pull of the moon and sun’s heat in the palms of my hands. he felt hot to me. like something individual to fit a space unknown as vacant. heart swell casting. thrown...