Fleet footed dancing from bed housed outdoors, spring rain tickling skin. Naked, fae like, I pause gleaming in dawns light, face lifted to taste gods tears. Laughing I continue flight to warm waters indoors. Steamed mirror frames arctic eyes. Hello. Self-aware, seeking anchor of soul to form. Breath encased in weighty flesh, soothing but cumbersome. In my dreams movement is effortless, gravity defied, wings of angels adorn me.


Photography: the very talented Mr Kyle Thompson

6 comments on “Slumber

  1. cpmandara says:

    Beautiful… and don’t pictures speak a thousands words?

  2. mrmodigliani says:

    This feels beautiful, light and spontaneous

  3. jayne says:

    prettywords to wake up to – thank you, Jayne

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