Inside the whirlwind
meeting
my lost lips
in yours
(déjà vu)
I sense
that this time it is real
I close my eyes and I see you
I open my chest and I feel you
I take a breath and fill myself with you
stories of us come to mind
telling stories about us
(flashback)
Sunday afternoon
your warm saliva on my skin
(goose bumps)
my lips on your neck
your fingers in my mouth
(endorphin overdose)
I tell you that you are my mirror
my reflection
you take me by the hand
you take off my armor
I break into many little pieces
I realize that I am the water in the glass
(I don't break, I transform)
I am the constant flow of rivers
I am the wind that disfigures the clouds
my tongue running down your back
slowly
from bottom to top
until it reaches your neck
mind blank / here
te respiro
I'm full of you / now
we are this moment
the greatest chance.
We go out to the street
the colors hit my still dilated pupils
the wind blows through us / purifies us
sneaks through the leaves, creating a soft melody for us.
(somos el viento)
Photographers: Anne-Sophie Landou
