Who shall she kiss as the air feels her lips,
As the sun in the night’s sky surrounds her with shadows?
And where behind hopes eyes will she touch love’s vision;
To whom will her inhaling dream’s womb give birth?
And Rumi (was he blind?)
When he wrote the fine line,
“The price of
kissing is your life.”
© 2008 C.C. Arshagra
a poem inspired by the image titled “Self Protrait – mixed media”:
By RedBubble Artis “Lee Wilde”::
Pllease visit this work and comment on both the poem here and the image here
Lee states in her works description: medium: Charcoal, pastel and acrylic paint on 600gsm black card.