Falling and Flying

This new love has been walking in fresh sunlight and hot coffee and awe and giggling and silence and pulling toward and pulling away and morning for hours and hours and hours / Our new love grabbed my arms and pulled me through a threshold

It changed the colours with greens and yellows and pinks and whites - This love brought with it a sense of time and place, a sense that we might, actually, have all the time in the world, if we’d like? This love has a simplicity like the air, but it’s not a small simplicity it’s a big simplicity. It wasn’t this simple all along because it wasn’t this love all along.

This new love arrived and it asked me to open. It asked me if I would enjoy before I control. It asked me if I would be hurt honestly. It asked me if I found imperfection insulting, and it expected a sincerity when I answered.

I don’t want to miss a moment of this love because this love is a part of my life I really, really don’t want to miss. This love is going for walks and telling you about them and telling you about all of them and telling you about all of it and really, really telling you about all of it and this new love —

‘Icarus’ by Galileo Chini, c. 1907.