It is quite dark under here, a cool gray, an overcast plant beneath me. But loud. Loud, loud as thunder. A constant shake and bending of my neck- curling to my chest and a resonating birth of this sound. There is nothing else. Smokey, it is smelling of my hair and your skin, my God. and I'm reaching with this noise- to touch a follicle, one sprig of hair, one dust crusted wrinkle with one finger, one ankle. your sandal is near, listening.
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It is quite dark under here, a cool gray,
an overcast plant beneath me.
But loud. Loud, loud as thunder.
A constant shake and bending of my neck-
curling to my chest and a resonating birth
of this sound. There is nothing else.
Smokey, it is smelling of my hair and your skin,
my God.
and I'm reaching with this noise-
to touch a follicle,
one sprig of hair,
one dust crusted wrinkle
with one finger,
one ankle.
your sandal is near,
listening.
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