It doesn't make sense to me.
The way I move and flow
With bodies and minds
So seemingly different.
Because as we fall into the drink,
We say one another's names
Before we sink. We lift our heads
And focus our eyes.
We move towards one another,
Both asking, 'Lift this weight'.
This weight of expectations,
Of broken desires.
Move with me.
We cannot stop.
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
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