You're moving so fast now I can't hold your image

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I’ll film your face today in the sparkling canals, all red, yellow, blue, green brilliance and silver Dutch reflection. Racing thoughts, racing thoughts, all too real, you’re moving so fast now I cant hold your image. This image I have of your face by the window, me standing beside you, arm on your shoulder, a catalogue of images, flashing glimpses then gone again.

I’m tethered to this post you’ve sunk in me and every clear afternoon now I’ll think of you up in the air, twisting your heel, your knees up around me, my face in your hair. You scream so well, your smile so loud, still rings in my ears.