THE REALISM OF MYTH
moment, amid the bosom my face now
searches the shelter perpetual, in
your umbilicus crater, it's myth
that fountain of manna is
existed, gradually my
thirst becoming
ambient, let
me lost in
your
illusive
love or lust,
I do not want to
know, in this moment
life desires your presence
into the nerves, through the pulsation
from your breath to my inhalation an invisible
bridge, indemnified hands to kiss me
with immortality, love me beyond
the imagination, an angel soul
who accepts me with all the
defects, beauty, ugliness
just the emotion of the
touch stone, to alter
the life in process
of extraction of
raw minerals
changing
in purity,
- - SHANTANU SANYAL
Jason Stephen - Abstract Art - Contemporary Acrylic Painting on Canvas
abstract roses
