Yellow/Kinaesthesia

The aesthetic was ascetic, bare and minimalistic. The weight in her limbs was too great to overcome, her knees and elbows locked in place as her paramour took centre stage.
The space between them filled, yellow with spirit and sun. Their fingers never touched her, aching at the elbows and knees – resistance crumbling. Kinetics overtook her, she fell into their arms and shed her skin. They never touched, her body aching – the spark between them filling the air, knowing they can never join and barely grazing. Yellow, like the sun – like the whole they cannot form.

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