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(An image I shot in northern, California)
You speak and my body trembles, blessing the sunset
that illuminates brilliantly against my skin--everything
brushing everything,
where adoration clings to the hem of my dress,
where my heart is made of infant rainbows,
... mostly, a part of you.
Wednesday, June 03, 2009
Where color resists erasure
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