MOVE

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Move

Move

MOVE

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MOVE MOVE

MOVE

MOVE

MOVE MOVE

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The response within your body towards the idea of love is not naturally placed within the biological understanding of brain development. A trauma response is triggered by the touch of another, the way your bodies move and fit within each other. A racing heart has been learnt, from the past rape allegations and your father's over-drinking. You are traumatized by your body, moving your way through your pain. Finding the strength in others to carry your motionless body. They move for you yet with you. Move. Moving. Live. Living. Loved and Loving

Listen to the sound of your body moving. Move. Move. Through the world around, escaping lingering feelings. Moving. Move. Feel your lips against theirs, feel their teeth press upon your lip. Their tongue upon yours, moving. Move. Your body pushing, against theirs, oh, the agony and lust. Feel them move. Moving. Move. A kiss to the neck and cheek and skin, elbows scratch to find release. Feel them move, feel them love. Loved. Loving

Oh, to love and be loved by a moving body. Both a physical stride towards the world and an internal movement towards life.

ATTEND THE ATTENTION OF A LIVING BODY. BREAKING THROUGH SOCIETIES CONSTRAINTS. AS THEIR FINGERS GRAZE THE LOOSE SKIN ON HIS CHEST AND THEIR TONGUE INTERTWINES WITH THEIR LOVERS. TASTE THE MATURE SALIVA UPON THE VIOLENT LIPS OF ANOTHER. CLUTCHING THE IDEAL OF A MAN THROUGH THEIR FATHER AND A WOMEN THROUGH THEIR MOTHER. HAVING TASTED MANY MEN, BOTH STAINED WITH WHISKY AND BULLSHIT. FEEL THEM MOVE THROUGH THEIR FINGERS AS THEY GRIP A BODY

A mother taught you to speak loudly and respectfully. Did you receive the same courtesy? A mother moving softly, a father living abruptly. Both moving. Neither living. One loved, the other loving.