Saturday, August 6, 2016

" I asked him what freedom feels like "

I brought the book of poems by e.e. cummings you lent me,
on that later than midnight the two of us
waiting in a train station platform
 cold stone bench and tired faces everywhere and 
our ears ringing in the silence 
after a loud party,
theres something electric about sharing a poem 
that means everything with one person.

It feels like

Dev Hynes' Freetown Sound, 
and Plainsong by the Cure
and dancing all night to 60's soul
and learning how to Vogue.

It feels like 

letting loose, letting go from yourself
and from all the no's and can't and why's
you tell yourself,
weightlessness of a cumulus cloud
he said. 


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