Your breath like grassy breeze, your stare like taut string. The clouds lap like sky waves against the back of your head, bursting behind your hair.
You make love like you're filling out a silly quiz. Each answer a play, a reaction, snickering with the pen in your mouth. Writing a bit in the margins, a strange drawing here and there, incomplete faces and shapes.
Suddenly, like blowing out a match, you disappear. But only your body; your clothes, your rings, your socks, your belt, your chipped nail polish, a bit of eyeshadow, your gold tooth, remain.
I will put it all in a small bag, take it home, and leave it by the front door. In case you ever return.
[RatTail release a gorgeous EP today called George Mounsey] [previously on StG]
(motion alphabet by Letman via Big Active)
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