I remember
tiny beads of moist across
the bridge of your nose
arms languidly draped
in a spike lee glide
we walked
we decelerated
on that hot of July
near the concrete harbour side
close enough
to taste abandon
your breath
over my creamy attention
as you whispered...
"like this?"

words © malai carrara
Photography by Grazia Camellini from the series "liliroze"