AMAYA RANATUNGE
“I don’t know how to swim.” / “I’ll teach you.” // Water weaving through my hair, / soft and steady, / Blurring the edges of the world. / Lilies brushing my skin / faint and silk, / singing melodies of the dawn. / Moss coiling ‘round my fingers, / cool and warm, / pulsing quiet beneath the touch….Continue Reading I Still Can’t Swim
I Still Can’t Swim
