Ripening

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Ripening into you
Hugging you, I notice a surprisingly silky texture, a vibration of newness that points to the place where we are both shedding skins
Shedding layers of holding and pretending … letting the tired scaffolds fall to the floor, revealing reality in its awe-inducing glory
What is and what isn’t? I tiptoe quietly into the territory of not knowing who I am and who you are
All the paralyzing fantasies fall into the gap between time and space … leaving everything and nothing to explore together and separately, forever.

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Lalita Diaz

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