The Known Corners: Steamed

Hair like summer storm, yet dark like new moon night. Your eyes are burning my soul, I’m the moth who circles around your fire only to die a million times.

I can’t swim, I love to drown deeper into this mysterious situation every time. I’m a seeker of your smirking lips, You penetrate my eyes with your possession.

Fearlessly I submit, only to vaporize. . . Manjushree

4800 px X 7200 px , 300 ppi