I also went to a dance class and trotted round town a bit. I have a lump in my throat, I feel it now, and when I swallow and I don't love anyone anymore with that passion that meant I had to cling something to me. I wonder if it's cancer. It's easy to make me think I've got cancer. Touch wood it's not, but it never is- I worry about swollen anything and everything. Not loving is probably due to a full life and conclusion or something as such.
The throat lump, is due to not launching myself on the world of course.
Anemochore- the dispersal of seeds by wind.
ascidium- shaped like a flask, used for plants in biology
locular- containing chambers or hollows.
funiculate-forming a narrow ridge
Glissade
perdure-to last permanently
Oh I wish I knew something beautiful to fit those words to. Ascidium body, anemochore, the process bringing me to you, Locular, my love, I funiculate my skin with tense fingers, glissade over days in perduring amour.
I can't. It's not right. I need to be around someone I adore to make the words come out right and fire off the page like I want them to.
Anemochore.
It sounds so melancholy.
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