mixed media acrylic on wood
i woke in the mourning of the night’s dark gaze fixed on me.
it sends endless possibilities under a shroud of sleep.
it is there that eternity can happen in the slow, dull thud below my ribs.
colors, vivid and magical, seemingly spring to life as an entity all their own; independent of the objects they belong to.
her soft skin is against me, surrounding me, merging into my own.
we fall into a tangled pile of limbs and share one another’s breath.
i can feel her within me.
her sould and mine are forever and fused.
i wake to find myself heartbroken at the loss of someone who never existed and never will…