masterp(II)ece
she stood bare in front meher arms outstretcheda lookof raw vulnerabilityetched into her eyes my hands dripped with painther supple skinthe canvasin whichmy senses feast simplicity bornof desperate needa deft weavingthe weft deceivingpainting with fire AmberAngst taught me a new word, so I tried to thank her with a companion piece. her’s is amazing. mine […]