It was rather beautiful: the way he put her in securities to sleep.
The way he dove into her eyes and starved all her fears and tasted all the dreams she kept coiled beneath her bones.
Poet: Christopher Poindexter
Painted from the heart, with passion and freedom.
Framed in a beautiful white wooden frame that stands away from the canvas. 5cm wide / 6cm deep.
acrylic, pastel, ink,