In Her Kiss I Taste the Revolution - Zoe Taylor
Her hair is rough from the
sea water and there’s a lingering taste of pineapple juice on her lips As she kisses me, my eyes open and the background noise drops down to zero. Her eyelashes, lightly pressed against the tops of her cheeks, are wet still, and then they flutter upwards towards the sky. Her eyes are a lush, dark brown, and they bite at me in the low light. as all of this happens I think: “She is the change.” |
Photo credit: Chandler Wells
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