“There is an ecstasy in cradling your body,
an ethereal distance between your hollow
ribcage and the pulse in my fingers.
An angry thrum of desire and purpose,
an ache which radiates from your eye
out into my lungs, a rippling breath
before the final collapse of the shutter.
No matter the frame, I’ve given away
a piece of myself in the moment;
maybe it’s hope or love or joy.
Maybe it’s simply the study of separation.”
©️ Pearl Bayou