Curator
imagery gone wild with the wind!
curate the the way my toes touch
the tiles in june and my lips
glimps your nose
curate the way my mind wonders
over gaps
to other worlds
curate the way my clothes fall
in cavities of smooth skin
pooring down
curate the smell of my neck
after a bath turned tepid
with stale nervousness
curate the patterns my footsteps leave
on grassy football fields
etched in dew drops
curate the stilness my eyes hold
for you to linger in the hallways
of my arms
I have built for you a gallery
within my heart
who houses the frame
for you to enter me
PJ Ryan
so lovely