Limited Editions
The Dark Tower
Primitive Raw Uncontrollable Desire
The male
Inhales That unmistakable Scent of estrus droplets Overwhelming force A rigid magnet Bewitched, he follows
Female
A sense A shift Hmmm, A delicious transgression?
“Come closer,” he hears, What she only thinks
He obeys
The magnet has one goal It seeks the dark, mysterious, and forbidden
Like magic, The abys A heightened awareness Beckons like a flower Wanting Inviting Awaiting
They approach, no thoughts Only instincts whispered by the gods
They dance And unite
Droplets of sweat A salty taste And a scent that says yes
More, steady, accelerate
Can’t hold - don’t, Release! No words, A puzzle solved, but in reverse. A second that lasts. Forever, it seems Then the emotions: Laughter, or tears, or silence They breathe
Abys, magnet, droplets Code known by all living beings.
Reverberates.
Poetry + Digital Painting
2650 x 3840px
