We are the sky –
We are the sky –
:: There are all these pieces – I’m not sure where they go ::
I’ve been thinking a lot about process. but haven’t actually been paying attention to the processes in my life.
After posting a digitally-altered image on .@Instagram, I usually –snap– realize I forgot (again) to include the original image.
[Unless it’s an grammatical or spelling error I notice,
I decide to LET whatever else I post — GO.]
But(!) I remembered this time!
Here’s a collection of in-process images from final product to the original I started with. In other words, it’s in reverse-chronological order. 😉
Shot on a Canon DSL-R my sweet brother, Tony (AKA Anton), lent to me for this shoot in the basement of Temple Billiards in Seattle, WA.
The shoot was with a friend, the ferociously beautiful and playfully innocent Seattle burlesque dancer, Bridgette St. James. Catch her on Instagram .@bridgette_st_james or FB!
The final product was created using .@trigraphyapp .@enlightphotofox and stock digital alterations via .@Instagram
I like it when you play with my hair
play with my mind. play with my heart.
make me feel beautiful while my
skin is still soft. eyes are still bright.
hips are still round.
I like it when you kiss me right there.
kiss me all over. play with my hair
Make me feel wanted when my
heart is still young. mind is still
soft. needs are still shallow.
I like it when you touch my face
and feel my lips with your tongue
with your cheeks. with your breath.
Make me feel sexy when I’m having a
bad day. when I trip and fall.
when you look at me that way.
Written Thursday, 8.8.02.
This poem is in another post, Fun it is to be loved.
Reality is subjective
whatever realm we’re in
–together or apart–
I want to be with you.
Perhaps it was a dream.
The stolen misses,
the dozens and trillions
of frequently billions .
– of silly-nosed kisses.
And what about it?
What about all of the tummy tingles?
The razor-sharp, marshmallowy,
of our heads .
– sharing warm
(Written March 7, 2117.)