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risforrini:

pursuit—
it is pursuit—
a dance of blurring limbs, his, hers (his).
they cover continents in vast swathes andher unbound hair catches on mountain peaks, shattering snow, scattering stone.
he makes the sound like the baying hound,her desire comes out breathy as krishna’s flute.

risforrini:

pursuit—

it is pursuit—

a dance of blurring limbs,
his,
hers
(his).

they cover continents in vast swathes and
her unbound hair catches on mountain peaks, shattering snow, scattering stone.

he makes the sound like the baying hound,
her desire comes out breathy as krishna’s flute.