seasons / by Austin Sailors

The space between us
sometimes is nothing.
It's like fucking and laughing
at the same time.
Inside and within and enveloped. 

And sometimes
it's quieter and more vast.
Like both of us are exhausted
and can't take care of the other. 

Living things are always both.
Throbbing, beating, still and fast.

-Elle Van Zanten Sailors