photo: Lars van de Goor
At night a heavy rush of wings
over the deep lake disturbs everything.
I long to touch you but cannot
temper my approach, a complex desire,
crazy to break through
your glossy surface, blurred with gravity.
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forget me now 
this is love, alive and breathing love. I felt it wash flicker my skin and break from underneath. “blurred gravity” I am at a loss for words but I saw it. you make me see, genius you
~ la lunatique
i am not a genius but you melt me with your spirit and words …
do you know what an awesome soul you are? love always …
where are you??
I am having trouble with posting this so you may get several messages. I can’t explain how connected I am to your writing at the moment. I would love to chat. Email me if you like @ thingk@sbcglobal.net
think i’ve emailed you! lol .. maybe twice .. either .. or .. whatever …xxx
I’ve received your messages but maybe mine did not get back to you. I will try again…
I loved it. “Blurred with gravity”, this is one of those phrases that resonates with me. It may mean different things to different readers, but most who read it I believe will take a moment to ponder it as I have.
Sorry I have been away so long.
I love that we can be in our own worlds and then synchronicity draws us together again. Sooo good to hear from you! I have been thinking of you lately, hoping you are well and happy with your beloved.
I’m glad you liked “blurred with gravity” … i was so going to change it to “thick with gravity” but didn’t … the sound seemed right as is …
Anyway, is it ok to just whoop and cheer that we both still share the planet and occasionally a bit of company? x
Without the photo this is love, a mirror and a ruffle of dreams. With the photo I’m somewhere else, a lake-edge at dusk. I like it.
ohhh i am so happy to see you!
As always and gently, you sense and see every path i try to describe .. yes to this being about love but of course it’s about the inner world too … my everlong quest to understand the aching essence of being alone yet in union with another at the same time … who feels alone and yada yada …
Muse kinda left me but i think she’s nudging me again and i didn’t think anyone would be around to give me feedback … but here you are …. i thank you, Ebby! x
Your muse is inside you. X