Nothing That A Fire
When I first met you – you were so bright I had to shield my eyes. I’d like to say you were blinding, except I was already blind.
I only learnt to see in order to look at you.
I knew it was mad – but I was mad enough to want it. And anyway, what was I leaving behind? Blandness. Trinkets. Nothing that a fire wouldn’t burn.
And surrender – how liberating it was.
For a while I was flying. We were flying. It was everything.
I adored you. Even gravity couldn’t bring me down.
If I have fallen from the sky, it is because I once dwelt in the clouds with you.
[This letter is an extract from a dance theatre piece called ‘An Incomplete Map of Desire]
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