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 s h y  warmness  of                a    g e n t l y        waking   summer.

and i hold your body trembling from truth in sweet sensitivity,       you are here,      here breathing the sunlight off of    watery   skin and dewy   eyelashes i need nothing written only  you   curled into my chest and hand weaves knitting together    the space between our bikes you,  me under milky this is  poetry well lived it is now   and beautifully now.

here you are here with me  you are close your heartbeat  speaks with   mine you are here with me to watch me    watch you    watch setting sun     and feel its last warmth on our skin you are here with me so our hands can weave   and bodies hold together so to be one.

quiet aliveness.

thank you thank you thank you.

i am packed i am ready to    go i have left my body in the   water.

this place was safe it was ours, among the trees we’d name and collect it was the soft sheets of sunlight that rested over us,  resting us when everything we needed   was   here,  never elsewhere it was the bird who would call to us,   the one i would try to find and fail every time but love, nonetheless the one i’d call to,   as i would call to you softly,  shyly  where eyes would speak with the sky and fingers to soft grass patting   leaves, never wanting to leave this place was for you and me,  being as free as we could be.

fingertips kiss dew drops  and midnight eyes  watch   stars  fall in love,    they     disappear    in a  quiet  explosion  the habitual screen is too bright for my eyes,      it irritates,   it is unnatural so i give my energy to the air    it asks me to dance with it, it asks me to let go everything is too beautiful,  everything is real        breathing it fills us,  it drains us,    until we cant think of anything but this we say hello to the wombat.

     我們順著河流           ～                     你最大的微笑。 ___ mountain,     cloud rest,   look        sunrise moonlight               watches us climb    climb    climb the marble draws what we see r a i n we follow the river your biggest  smile.

and you are asleep by the water.

your step   still intersects with  mine as we   walk,  spotting   love        in high up places      in   broken things,   it  f i l l s  us and then we’re on the roof,   dusk singing to the   quieter  city,   to each other we’re surrounded by constellations and the old man takes my hand,   he teaches me  dancing,  which i teach to you we are both   so   awkward,   it’s wonderful and somehow the  big city is e m p t y  now as we lay on the pavement   watching our favourite   built things,   and talking about   thens and i’ve missed our voices   together how i   always skip a beat when you start counting dum,  de,  dum    ,    dum your hands   cradle mine,   and i am safe. 

thank you.        o

can i love you like i love the trees ?

to feel,    heaviness,   h e a v i n e s s  where they used to be and i    wept     wept because all that time, i thought i was   missing    you, you but  i was missing              me,         .

a process of unlearning the actions and words that are said to be   right   we’re comfortable in our cages but our comfort was   never   ours in the first place it was theirs,   we were told it was ours and we wonder why everyone is   boring ,   why everything makes no sense now   the repeated words are    f a d i n g they mean    nothing    they are only shallow echoes   hoping to be       something they used to be everything only happens once but we love it   too   much to ever    let   go , repeat  repeat we’re forgetting  that we live in  seasons.