This Breeze
This breeze, it's like, it's like
someone pushing your hair behind your ear
trailing their hand down your neck
Being helped gently backwards onto a bed
limbs held as if assembling a new, expensive hammock
to lie down in
like all the tents in summer
at the age of something-teen
where hands went wandering blind
nervous, careful
like trying not to spill
something
like getting up close for the first time
noticing your precious pores
and wanting to protect
your very skin
forever
like building children in your mind
together
marrying your names
tangling your fingers
like secrets swapped
under cover of sunset, backstage, around corners
confidences of the heart
This breeze, it's like, it's like
you are still here,
skin,
limbs
precious and spilled
Darcy Isla.York, UK. Instagram: @darcyislaasyoufindher
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