“I am never done with looking. Looking I mean not just standing around, but standing around as though with your arms open.”
She said.
Lying down
But with my arms open
I surveyed your every move
for
a
long
time…
Fathomless blue scooped me up
to soar and tumble in it’s aegean, cerulean, arctic breadth.
So blue that only blood could be more red.
Eyes still locked, you absolutely disappeared into that blue!
And suddenly, glued to the dusty ground,
but upside down.
Forever.
Fell into my eyes.
Poem by Natasha Lythgoe
Photography ©Natasha Lythgoe
