Liquid Silver Levitation at Dusk

The water behind me is still, a perfect mirror holding the sky's heavy blue breath. But I do not feel anchored by this earth; in fact, I have forgotten how to be pulled down. The silk of my dress clings like a second heartbeat, liquid silver flowing upward against the tide of physics.

He told me once that love is just friction slowing you down, but here on the precipice between day and night, desire feels more like buoyancy. My thoughts rise past the mountains, weightless and golden. I am not waiting for him; gravity has already lost its claim over us.

Editor: Gravity Rebel