Ashen and smooth am I beneath these weathered clothes
I make love in places you cannot see,
there is a lava-movement, This stone is a slave to me
as you are my lover, for my eyes have bound you sure as
leather chains. And my voice becomes your nova Muse.
Jasmine yoni has captured your breath, and never,
Never shall you be the same.
S.
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Lovely and most fiting words to describe artist and his subject!
ReplyDeleteFresh, imaginative and with style. Quite enjoyable.
ReplyDeletewow, I think you have a great blog... really. I enjoyed looking and your posts and was wondering if you'd like to follow each other. I just opened up a new blog and would love your support on it!! Hope you come by soon! Stay in touch xx
ReplyDeleteThat portrait is amazing.
ReplyDeleteThe portrait gave me so much to work with,
ReplyDeleteBerowne.
I'll swing by and check out your blog, Milk.
ReplyDelete"...my eyes have bound you sure as leather chains"--love that!
ReplyDeleteperfectly written- lovely words
ReplyDeleteDelightfully intense!
ReplyDeleteI love this, Shauna. I would not think anyone would ever be the same or would want to be... perfection!
ReplyDeleteHello, Shauna.
ReplyDeleteYour exquisite work leads my impression.
The passion for the art. It is universal.
Thank you visit to my garden.
The prayer for all peace.
Have a good weekend. From Japan, ruma❃
It's amazing what a cool, measured gaze can accomplish, Haus.
ReplyDeleteHey Kathe.
ReplyDeleteIntense makes the blood circulate, Helena.
ReplyDeleteChanged, restored, illuminated as only a non-perfect lover can do for us. Rebecca, Good to
ReplyDeletesee you.
What a gracious comment, Ruma.
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