the epic of your tone the purity
in your senses; raw
skin glistening with
freedom wilderness
as it craves hope and
open eyed windows.
less than your fingertips
underneath
your painful cures
the healing stills the
intuitive repairs.
let the trees find your beneath
let them crawl into your flying
begin to feel the empty
rose growing sideways on your
sex; and wandering eyes
will begin to dance on your instants.
don't leave this photographs'
universe because the sky will masquerade
the melting scars of your hidden breathes
before you see your art.
branches of your passion are opaque and
eyes are filling the thunder’s aging.
finger painted tattoos swallowing the outsides
of your fair skin; for these words.
crippled hair and
artist palms;
they all danced around the coveted
falling.
they danced because the ether
wrote it's life on your tight wrists
and your together forever just
began.
the season beneath you has eroded
the helpless tree branches.
the braces of your tears tore
freedom smiles and all the while
you laid sleeping inside your
black voided collar bone;
yet there,
you blossomed.
empty eyes and the floor is undone;
you are inkless
you are a blank canvas
you are your own
beautiful emptiness.
Photography by: Angelo Pullen and Rainbow Francks
Model/Subject/Inspiration : Alissa Powell
