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It’s cool, long sleeved. Liming extended, fire doing its thing, solemn solitary young men staring into shadows slowly coming to life and breaking out with the right joke, laughter and lightness with young glow, cheekbones bouncing light sheen, beer bottles gathering and harbouring quietly. He said if Jesus existed then there would be more miracles matter of factly, quietly embodying masculine authority. My mouth is leaking he says to my face, full of bread fruit. I feel the tied loosen, to be tired again, there’s so many ways to tie a rope. Realities settle, how could this work though. Realisation of personality traits, habits, postures, friends company and how that changes the shifting sand dynamic. Accessing sea and air and earth and sea and air and fire but never all simultaneously. Choosing, earth and sea and the red tender of early breaking in. Those quiet moments, moments of such intense beauty one mumurs to yourself in cliche, later someone repeating ‘fur sure fur sure fur sure’ on a wooden bench in a company of men. Water skin, why stay for such privacy old man? What was he thinking standing and staring upwards at the trees, his back to a young couple, the sound of the water, their legs sitting underneath them still. 3 energies, raised by the water dropping, pouring over a long torso. Stand there looking at the leaves, hello sister and polite intimate conversation. I won’t get my top in, i worry about my nipples and my white wet top. I worry about being watched by two men and given 29% of consent, I’m not sure I want to be watched by my lover tbh, we haven’t performed yet and I don’t want my debut to be with 4 eyes. But they speak among themselves. And now his turn, His face I think first, then his arms and armpits, running palm along calves, time rippling under the same motion of water hitting brown smooth skin, right angle limbs, under the flow, bowing to create an arc, gestures unreturned, a perfect moving stream. If I am this element what am I adding, is wonder the same as acceptance, is awe child like. Child pure wonder. Sky is dark and a half moon hangin in the air flat side up. He looked at the phone intently. Black, total blackness perceptible. I glance over multiple times and wonder, can never see a thing, like when horses turn and cats look into space. When the fracture meets the number, that’s me.