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7mm
Too close/Too far
Closing lips
Opening lips
How am I supposed to breathe?
Closing eyes
Opening eyes
She’s there, too close.
Again.
I am far, so far, too far.
She’s close.
Appearing and disappearing on every whitewash
I see white swans but blinking black..
Ocean, where are the blues?
Conveniently, I reached the point of no return
But what.. How do I turn around now?
I saw her, I felt her, I know her and she’s here.
No matter what I do, she’s still here.
7mm forehead, straightforward, and I am blind.
7nm away but my eyes reach shorelines of imagination, my lips open up to catch the air I was missing while my lungs are filled with doubts and I’m suffocated by the thought of black swans flying in daytime, sunlight, staining my blues, I breathe out and the shadow is following no matter how strong I am so I built a dam in my mind but water, swans fly and catch me in my sleep. The moon didn’t say a thing so I woke up and saw her, the sunflower, she turned to me but I turned away. As always.
I see, I feel, I try not to kiss, to taste, it’s pulling, touching, creeping deeper, deeper than I could ever clean, pollinated with honey nose, I got too close.
my dirty mind took a long walk around the lake and the blues, flowing in.
Closer than ever.
More water.
Asked the sunflower.
