wama

21.08.06

knees tucked into chest and toes pointed down she blurs. We look from above her thrilling dive. Her arms stretch long, thin, wispy tracing the circle of the moon new. She can hold us all. a birds wings. A seagull surveying the sands below. Her head tucks in and her hair shifts covering her eyes from our view. She floats on her back. Her reverse summersault beckons and in a flash her neck will unfold, her legs billow and swell outstretched. Her hands meet above her head, she is a crescent moon falling, floating, a gash in the sky reaching up to the sea

posted by la kara @ 06:17