Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Painting.

You and I needed to talk.


It always starts out of the darkness

Standing on opposite sides of the room

Gazing

Separated by the whiteness of the sheet.


The stillness fills the space

Paced by the oppressive echo of my racing heart.


No yet

Hold breath

Savour the fear

Await the unspoiled moment

The leap to take

The fall in the void.


Feel the serpent power rise

As I come closer

And dive

To feel whole again.


Remaining are fragments of my essence

Naked

Exposed

To your eyes.

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