A summer diary series reflecting the closing of summer and the hot freedom and sense of calm it gives in comparison to the messy claustrophobia of normal life by London based photographer Daisy Walker.
Golden,
deep blue, listless memory
and forever golden.
You held me- close and between beaded hands,
amongst moistened thought,
and along curved lines of endless gold.
Curved round and twisting knotted,
fumbling fingers fly frantic,
but i am solid.
Smooth the frays and take me still,
still and slipping through these lined limbs.
Wapped around and within me
within and without, grasping for the sharp edges of you.
Woken by day, by the turning light,
and slipped into sleep by the thickness of you.
Back into list, lost and lust.
Loosen me.
I have been loosened little by little,
undone by the slice
and sewn up by the hands that hold me.
Beaded hands.
and moistened thought
along curved lines.
of endless gold,
until golden.
dedicated to Quincey Williams - to you, to the emptiness without and the hope within.
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