Though I forgot to slice open my eyes, moving from feeling and music alone, I blindly knew that the room was full of lovers. They tilted their hips to each other, solicitous ears touching shoulders, pink mouths already open and every orifice an echo.
Author: Eleanor Jackson
Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.
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