Walking Away
Ever get the feeling of walking away from a situation that is extremely difficult? Ever just want to escape the unescapable? This piece reflects a mood and situation I was in back in 2003.
As always, I write a poem to best express what little words can really say when viewing my art:
Tight, smooth skin
and lines of a dedicated soul
being that of a fragile mind
and gentle
though sculpted
a tremor exists in your chest.
A feeling I had while being in your arms
I knew a place I could be inimate
Sensual thrusts of light touches
textures of the face
rubbing of the neck; smiles
feelings of uncertainty
I know I must make conclusions
not read from your voice
I see something I desire
but live in safety
expect not
feel everything
words are useless.
