A poem by Elizabeth K.-
I remember waiting
Waiting for weight.
Your weight. Slowly dripping into and through me.
I remember the stark awareness of my cells receiving you
I remember your eyes,
But mostly your weight
And your wait.
On the edge of a thousand possibilities…wait, wait.
I remember moving,
I remember merging and running away.
I remember the softness of the floor,
The pouring of weight,
The impulse to wait.
I remember your pulse.
I remember the flow of my weight to yours.
Flowing deeper into the silent space where there is only weight
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