Pick Your Poison

Sworny

For the loves that I've lost, for the moments that I treasure, and in honor of the deities that found their way into my lives...
To you, to the selves I still remember, to her, to us...


... I dance, but not with limbs and skins. I shimmy my way into new oblivions. I speak with words and silence and motion and glances and rhythm. I am grateful. I am humbled. I listen to the tempo of your words in my ears, to the sounds we make in harmony. I taste the ways I felt and feel and know and forgot like dark, rich chocolate splinters on a drunken tongue.