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A few metres between our towels Scree clack-clack-clack Flying damsels told us to stay I’m looking for a Bergman B&W still shot of a Swedish summer coast I’ve grown up inevitably ugly like fingerprint smudges on phone screens Wind circling above groaned in some subtle ecstasy She was only beginning to grasp the importance of decisions He gathers his legs to sit cross-legged on his revolving chair and takes more of his Americano from his 16oz bamboo cup Honey, aren’t you hungry? Tastes like dark red in the night She tells me my name and commands me not to stop 'Relax' he says They’re not quite crying—they’re almost laughing You moved my hand that somehow sneaked to your leg So follow me and I’ll strap you in If we lose the fantasy and the desire, what else do we lose? My corona There is a rushing stream that springs from glacial heights Our conversations are about DJ sets on Soundcloud and how bad the coffee is in Kenya Artists make art about how screwed up the city is The essence of oneness bursts so loud that it is impossible to be conscious of anything else Why would you leave? The sky at dusk Your breath is deathly silent Capoeira is both life and a celebration of life Now I can take what I’ve been given and tell you what is mine Ridiculous and sweet It was the trace of your taste Wait - what do you really think of me Sustainability would never taste - so sweet! Oblivious to the plotline, she focuses on the finger that points The first time it was my body Love is easy; easy to get and easy to lose