entangled.

It.

It was wet. He was grey. I was wind through trees – soft.

Stop.

It was waves, fire, high.

Stop.

It was laughter and trying to make sense of it all.

Stop.

Falling into dark light,
Beckoning me to him and him into me.

Stop.

Twilight. Face next to mine. Breath. Hand on thigh.

Stop.
Stop.
Stop.

entangled. 
when shit escalates quickly. 
 

Gabrielle HickmonComment