2026 - 004 Poetry | Layover
Horizontal for two hours.
Delayed in the terminal.
I can't decide which one of us is the daydream. Watching you lie there on the carpet.
Your body is a slow-moving ball on the floor caught by my eyes, frame by frame. That's how you want to be loved, you said.
Frame by frame.
In layers. On a palette.
A chord I can pluck. Make echoes in succession. But unlike echoes, you want to become clearer as you go farther and farther.
You sit up and yawn.
You pull me closer. Head on my shoulder.
Little fingertips on the coat of my spine.
L5 up to C1.
Held in your love. My inescapable gravity.
Notes & References:
- Authored by me. Year 2022 August 14, Singapore.