summerinspiration

I remember that summer,
The breath of it,
The blur;
The tenderness of it,
The obliteration of it all.

Communication-less.
Lips contract; here. Voices
don’t complete, words in
absence.

Expression restriction,
Meticulous motion analytics.

My body,
Your body,
and the secrets hidden inside rib cages,
stay hidden.

— 

that summer

inspired by ‘like crazy’ (film)