Fundamental Richness

•March 18, 2011 • 5 Comments

In silence

Air is thick and wet

I look over

I can smell you

The grain of hair on your neck moves forward

Clockwise

 

The sun is just hot enough

When I look up into it

 

So, I stood there

For many moments alone

Listening

 

Source spitting

Voices guffaw

Thumping blood

Gargariser,

Sounds of drowning

 

I have tunnel vision

 

When I opened my eyes you were inches

From my mouth

 

Sure breath came out with your words

“You know.”