In the backdrop of dark inner thoughts, wounded with slivers of hope, I take solace in your aura.
The beating of your heart, drowning out the inner doubt that screams inside me, if they get through I push against your chest harder, for tonight I cling to you.
I don't come to you for redemption. I don't grip you tight out of desire to hold you down.
In this world of darkness and cold, I come to you because it feels right in my soul.
To be able to wake, relish your body in the early morning light.....to enjoy my moon
At night , is when it's magical.
Distance becomes irrelevant.
Time can stand still or we can live a lifetime.
So many times we've made love, walked a beach, sat on the porch and watched the stars.
At night I can hold your hand and not let go, I can say all I need to without barriers.
Live as we desire.
I feel sadness to those that don't remember dreams like these.
Giving and Receiving, oil on canvas, 8x8 inches, 2019
“I desire very little, but the things I do consume me.”
— Beau Taplin // D e s i r e (via afadthatlastsforever)
Alfred Worden, Crescent Earth rising beyond the Moon’s barren horizon.
Apollo 15, July 26 – August 7, 1971, orbit 70.
Courtesy of Christie’s Images Ltd.
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