Thursday, 24 May 2012

the talismanic eyeshadow pulls toward the
mysterious circles, it seems the face,
such as a solitary nun of centuries,
going to erase herself gradually,
she is probably a beloved
imposture, throwing
the magical drop
dipped into
fragrance of the unimpeachable charming -
bloom, life wants lease of life with a
infinite blessing, to touch her
sandal format glossy
body, interior
towrds to fragrance, in muscle, such as the
ferment raised by moonlight on the
rugged mountainous terrain,
someone wants to play
with burning coals, 
love is toward  
repletion - - - 

art by Michael Kenna