The Salty Skin of Our Eternal Youth

Words and Image by Megan Costello

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All the music that is you 

I see best eyes closed 

It's always there and sometimes I touch it

But only for a moment

And when I'm in that alive place 

My hand is free to become wind 

And it lifts and falls and lifts again...

All the me that is me exists in that moment

I taste nothing and see nothing but I hear and feel everything 

...How good it feels to be a bird with you