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Flow
I'm kissing a waterfall.
Droplets of water hit my lips.
The flow heightens my senses,
but there is no image I can hold.
Forms constantly change their shape.
Carefully constructed, they leave and go.
Can you stay a bit longer?
I want to hold you, but you are not real-
your body is a river flowing between my fingers.
I am painting a canvas, but I am not a painter-
acrylics colour my fingers but they do not stain.
© Eva Irvine
Droplets of water hit my lips.
The flow heightens my senses,
but there is no image I can hold.
Forms constantly change their shape.
Carefully constructed, they leave and go.
Can you stay a bit longer?
I want to hold you, but you are not real-
your body is a river flowing between my fingers.
I am painting a canvas, but I am not a painter-
acrylics colour my fingers but they do not stain.
© Eva Irvine
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