not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Friday, July 29, 2011

longing for a world~


soft enough

5 comments:

  1. an infinite depth among these petals, their own world of shades of red and little shadows, a darkening toward mystery, and then a growing bright toward other mysteries ... desire and an erotic longing, too, this softness aches at my fingertips and cupped in my palms ....

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  2. i feel like i leaped out a window for the one who said he'd be my soft place to fall, and instead hit the pavement, hard.

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  3. yes, james, yes, there is an infinite depth. i kept drawing closer and closer inside of the flower tonight, wishing to become enveloped in the satin wings, especially after this hard day. it was my daughter that said, the sharp leaves off to the side are important. i had to agree. i left the image uncropped because of her.

    aimee, this is when i wish i could become the man or the pavement and in fact be soft enough for you. damn. it is a hard world at times.

    xo
    erin

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  4. pretty...depth...colour...nice one

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