10/Nov/2016
3.16

I’m not supposed to fall in love with distance.
I’m supposed to fall in love with the esoteric;
Like spirits, soul, and spiderwebs.
I’m supposed to fall in love with warm bodies, and
Presence and
Beds, unmade.
But instead I fell in love with concepts, and weather,
And roads, and plane tickets.
The untouchable beings, and limits.
I fell in love with tangled hair, and voices from far left, and
Memories and
Clean roots.
I fell in love with how your voice echoing
Attack inside my head
And not caressing embrace
To my closed hands.

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