spoken word@midsumma.

I also read this:

like a game of sardines
i fold in to your decline
stretching my fingers
over any flesh
i can find and claim
as some wary explorer
with a tiny flag 'i was here!' 'i discovered this!'

(we were both shaking,
or that is how i will remember:
damp foreheads
skin roaming skin
bodies weeping.)

in these small moments i try
to memorise everything
i venture,
taking frantic notes
of scars, angles, textures-
love measured in your very form,
life measured in these little journeys.

i will say
"i have travelled over mountains, sea
to meet you,
my most beautiful adventure."