Feb 25
Bare feet kissing marble’s chill,
fingertips tracing teak and dusk,
air thick as mulled velvet—
honeyed, heavy, slow.
She moves where silence frays,
light spills like sugared wine,
breath lingers like an unshed sigh—
never still, never caught.
Fluorescence hiccups across her skin,
pavement inhales her weight,
a flicker, a glitch, a sliver of absence—
half-held, half-gone.
She dances where gravity forgets,
shadows soften like overripe fruit,
laughter drips slow as melting wax—
feral, fleeting, free.
She is not waiting to be found—
she is, and that is enough.
fingertips tracing teak and dusk,
air thick as mulled velvet—
honeyed, heavy, slow.
She moves where silence frays,
light spills like sugared wine,
breath lingers like an unshed sigh—
never still, never caught.
Fluorescence hiccups across her skin,
pavement inhales her weight,
a flicker, a glitch, a sliver of absence—
half-held, half-gone.
She dances where gravity forgets,
shadows soften like overripe fruit,
laughter drips slow as melting wax—
feral, fleeting, free.
She is not waiting to be found—
she is, and that is enough.
