Thoughts after my first festival

Adadrenaline jumping from your palms to mine;
love of our art flowing through skin in electric currents
Lightning strikes, words race along my heartstrings.
Poet, breathe.
On your exhale i will inhale,
trading inspiration like CO2.
Poet, laugh.
Let it fall like rain,
emotions tumbling from fingertips
as we snap
and bend.
Sway
and leap.
Love.
and hurt..
Poet, be.
And be with me
Rivals now best friends;
competing only to see who loves the most.

Poets; believe.

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