The Chosen (Part II)
You are: in the strength of my bones in the curve of my muscles in the crown of my hair in the nape of my neck in the gentleness of my hands in the richness of my blood in the light of my shadow. No longer driven by the restless urge to create. Like nights, spent under Parisian skies viewing paintings at the Louvre. Bathing … Continue reading The Chosen (Part II)
