Lucy Murrell, An Intangible Dream

An intangible dream

Lucy Murrell

Your supple skin reaches relentlessly for my lips. The ripples in your flesh tempt and test as you twist in breath. Salty and sweet. I shiver as we meet.

Flesh in flux, a body ballet.

Encased in the heat of defeat at the hand of love. A tightrope walk in a humidity that hugs us.