~ black tie, bare feet, a walk through dandelions, following the scent of wine and mirthful promise
phosphenes and paresthesia —slow dazzle motif; the bluebird of happiness echoes in a shallow bay; pieces of places to claim as theirs: moth wings, flower petals, and blades of grass
seduced by eventide, unhurried mouth(s), lips searching and soft, all words seem to have a few extra vowels; sudden ubiquity to collisions and slippages, cultivating suggestive shapes from aleatory arrays of objects and forms
in the surf they mingle and link, emancipating adrenaline; they love like they were water for life ~