how quickly it rose, flowing upwards through tiny crevices we had created, swirling and filling that which contained it, my body, petite to the enormity of emotion
subconsciously fissures had already been made
love is like the present, adeptly sneaky
your tendencies open me despite the condition of endemic uncertainty
my love, wondrous and fragile, could break into something more beautiful given favorable circumstances, but those are not ours
intimacy falls prey to the transitory nature of social relationships,
the condition of an era of impermanence
we knew of the encroaching date of departure, we applied it at a state of departure,
each struggling with competing desires...
see one another as frames of reference for our actions, or
hide behind constructed dams of ambiguity, piecing together flip books filled with short-term affairs that animate into the kind of sequence to which contemporary concepts could be meaningfully applied
eros chaperoned by thanatos.
stringing together words. your glasses removed.
moments when the glint of our mutual affection could not be refracted
creating arresting patterns and figurations, which this new lightness renders vunerable, evasive and fugitive
fragmented lives require flexibility, adaptability
to abandon fidelity and loyalties
to pursue opportunities according to their availability
so delicate the fissures
the rapture of creating a love affair on the fringe