All texts and images by Gaelle Konak (unless stated)




Friday, 12 October 2012

Hold Me

Hold me.
Like some driftwood after the wreck
Like a parachute
A candle in darkness.

Hold me.
Like a balloon on your birthday
Like a promise to a child
A promise to the dead.

Hold me.
Close enough for our hearts to touch
And hum and sing to the same song
And silence our enemies Time and Space...
Hold on.
 
Please just hold on to love.



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