my heels sinking,

the light
fluttering against your sleeve,

our shadows flung across the grass
under the cerulean

This moment’s architect

directs us with his hands: Wait.
Turn this way. Hold me

forever between
pillars of trees.

Move closer. That’s it.
He frames the window.


Photograph was first published in Sugared Water issue 003 in April 2015 

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