Liberty Feist

Every Love Poem



Let our days together be a protest
against an indifferent universe
and our passion be the fire
in which it burns
let these hot tears be proof
of my faith in the church of your laughter
and this terrible pulling in my heart
all the things I never told you
let this horrible yearning
and its crushing jaws
upon me
be every love poem
I never wrote.

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Test shoot for “Still & Moving Image” project, focussing on my Grandmother: her past, and her current struggle with Alzheimer’s disease