I'm wrapped in you...
Tangled.
Tied up in thoughts of you and
lost in all the parts of you that
I'm dying to figure out.
I'm dying
Just trying
to figure you out.
Like, your hands.
I want to know them
and the mountains they've moved.
I want to roam
the lands that lay
between the layers of your skin.
How I'd love it if you'd water me.
So that I could grow among the hair
that gets to know your
Whole
Body.
If only I could know your body.
I'd memorize your rhythm
and learn the pulse and pace
so near to me,
yet always so hard to feel.
I'd float atop your rivers and finally,
I'd swim with you.
If only you would water me.
Your legs carry all of you
and I just want to come along.
I want to know your missteps
And, without judgment,
I'd get to know
The spaces you've filled,
The moments you've kept.
If only I could know you.
You've been everywhere.
Inward and outward.
Your eyes reflect the sky
Your hands hold the world
Your skin embodies me.
It's like I'm wrapped in you.
It’s as if you’re…
Me.
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Throughout her childhood adventures, and equally imaginative young adult life, Skye Ellis has been lead by curiosity. Ellis moved from MA to D.C. to explore community, identity, free play, improvisation, and the art of organized rebellion. Questions about the society in which she's expected to conform to stimulate her work as an actress, writer, designer, and friend.
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