Saturday, 13 February 2010

Spoils of Love & War








In the water droplets and botanical veins and fragile flower fur I see the vibration of your pulsing love. Fresh, new, thorny, opening, rotting, falling, drooping, mushing, fading - fading, mushing, drooping, falling, rotting, opening, thorny, new, fresh. And again. And again. And again. Spoils of Love & War.







3 comments:

sinnlighet said...

you have a lovely feeling all the time, and I love it!

agneta, the swedish one

Laura in Paris said...

Happy Valentine's day! Your roses are beautiful and delicate.

Kitty said...

very nice! left you some love on organic orgy today; thought of you as i watched the opening ceremonies for the olympics! xo kitty