as I exhale I feel an intensity, a gut wrenching scream that is hiding in the inner lining of my esophogus, it hides there, my desire to BE to exist in every moment, to experience intense subtleties that arise from the tension between earthly bodies. I long to feel your gravity, not to orbit from miles and miles away, I want to feel your gravity upon my limbs! I want to feel the rain upon my naked limbs, to be touched by something surreal, to see the light glowing through the leaf canopy... I want to dirty my clothing and sink knee deep into life, into death, into rebirth and fear and courage. I want to tango with swaying grass that makes my ankles itch. This need to move, to bite, to kick the leaves into the air- has a lot to do with how pretty I find your face.