Once I fell in love with a beautiful young man, under a blue moon. Long blond hair like silk, and bright green eyes so clear, that saw me, that understood. When he held me there was this warmth, like our hearts connected, even through skin, bones, muscle. One time I went away for the weekend to see if he’d notice I was gone.
4 thoughts on “Self-Portrait (Asheville)”
July 28, 2016 at 1:40 am
Loved this (and love the tats).
July 28, 2016 at 4:37 am
Okay, I’ll bite. Did he? Notice, I mean.
July 28, 2016 at 4:46 am
I love your work! Thanks for sharing it with us!
July 28, 2016 at 8:26 am
Great work! Stopped me in my tracks.