"We still might feed the dark thing in us
that grows away from the light
until against all sense
we mysteriously flower
in the other direction."
- Mark Nepo
body paints by yours truly
Annie and I sat in a small clearing amongst wildflowers, tall as we were. We listened to James Vincent Mcmorrow as I let my brush dance across her breasts. The flowers gave their input and inspiration, and together, we created.