I want to feel the weight of meaning, to feel my chest push down as she breathes back in response to my lungs collapsing from her head falling onto them.
She's standing on the crest of a the hill in a black dress, Sad to say I had never looked up from my own two feet, stuck in the snow all while admiring women in snow white gowns in our snow white town, and as the snow falls to gleam against their uniform attire, courting a thief or a liar, I'd like to fade off into the distant black woods, climb into the trees and forget any of this had ever happened.
Ian Edgerly
