you breathe like the ocean.

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from the heidi slimane kate liberation shoot.



within arms reach

i can recall certain things--the raking
lines of light on your back, my breath and
yours, swells of softness and excitement,
particular breaking points. you still shiver
when i lick the tip of our history.

but there is no momentum here--
just the lack of trees and old foliage,
whispering remnants of cold nostalgia.





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