Sticky Topographies

I look around me, at the pliable world of edible wonder. 

The landscape shimmers. 

Thin veils of membrane stretch between peaks, walls glisten with filaments threading like silken muscle. 

Tensile forms twist and swoop beside me, some glow amber as if freshly born, others are fossilised with a pearl opacity. 

Edges curl back into themselves like petals and tongues.

Soft chambers and hollow pockets invite in the darkness. 

Surfaces are slick with moist residue as if caught in a moment of weeping. 

I might think it were melting but no, this place sweats. 

It gives in a little, as though considering me responding to my movements with a kind of elastic curiosity.

I feel the soft, gelatinous shift under my feet. 

A visible imprint is reabsorbed. 

The atmosphere is thick not with humidity, but with something more deliberate, more viscous. 

I don’t inhale, I ingest. 

My tongue is coated with a fine film of sweetness and heat as I sip the air - It sips me back. 

Surroundings swell and contract

Folding me into communion with the flesh of an ecosystem

Desiring to stretch beyond its form as if remembering the hands that pulled it into being. 

My body begins to slip …orientation unravels…imagination deepens..