You could imagine how it feels for me.
Empty space, finding myself, loosing
everything to keep one feeling alive.
Love, love, can it be haunted in the
darkness that we can not keep out ..such
as the light against our bodies and minds.
We are merely a dream, Would you remember
I am here and how I moved with you.
Would you be as afraid as I am. Fearless
as I am, to give away all that I could just
to feel myself drown in you. All strings go
through you and me, like needles in a butterfly.
Those deep eyes and lips of lullabies, my
underwear line, what names we cast into the
blackened sky. What a fairytale that begged to
be near, a loneliness between the feel of what
you breath and the vast empty sky pouring all
the stars into the mountains where they no longer
sigh. To the mountain of your lips. Take me, peel
me, I only have so much to live for. As devoured
by the adroit night with its midnight matador kisses
stolen in the breeze, hidden in the coldness of all
that love is. As it is broken into beyond fractions
and reality. You could imagine how it feels for me.
Empty space, finding myself, losing everything to
keep one feeling alive. Love, love, love.
A collaboration between the collective Emmanuelle.nu and the photographer Mikael Vojinovic
Visual poetry spoken by Vanessa Matic