enchanted by your luminous beauty, the hypnotic eye of your navel, your lovely hands that flow up to your face like the necks and heads of swans I write to you from here, from this faraway honey-cell ...but life that fables you is still too short if it contains you!...your icon bares its lustrous soul. Outside it rains...I kiss the tips of your wings..
Brian Fogarty says:
enchanted by your luminous beauty, the hypnotic eye of your navel, your lovely hands that flow up to your face like the necks and heads of swans I write to you from here, from this faraway honey-cell ...but life that fables you is still too short if it contains you!...your icon bares its lustrous soul. Outside it rains...I kiss the tips of your wings..
posted Dec 21
Comment replies (3)
jevousenprie says:
thank you so much!
i post all of my photographs on flickr....as i have too many and would never know which ones to post here...
posted Dec 21
Brian Fogarty says:
I clear your brow of the icicles you gathered as you went through the high cumulus: your feathers torn by cyclones, you awake...
posted Dec 23
DEADBUG says:
nice pic,you melted my ice cream!
posted Dec 25