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I am a Portrait Photographer
Finn
Female/United States
Why I Am Here
- To create and provoke dArama
- To show my artwork to the world
- To spread the love
Last Visit: 18 weeks ago
Poetic photographer
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Lay me down in feathers and branches of fragrant rosemary. Gather to me the memory of flights, movement, migration, change. Stuff my pillow, my mattress, my sleeping pad where ever I lie down tonight, full of the opportunity of death.
Gather to your bosom the green needles of rosemary lengths cut, trimmed, tugged free from all the yards of our neighbors as we walked together, stirring the yellow of the ginkgo leaves and the easy chill of Portland concrete.
Allow me to wander, past the catch in your throat to the place my fingers feel you swallow head against your pulse beat. Fingers tasting your tonsils.
Sing me to sleep with ballads stolen from the voices of beautifully pierced and adorned gay men. The key to happiness tattooed onto their necks. Allow me to follow you home and lay me to rest flushed and blushing from the winter, against your sternum wrapped in potential flight and rosemary. Smelling afterwards of kitchen sex and death.
Decent... yourself? And I'm computerless at the moment.
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I need to be reminded that of beauty, there is none i can posess.. and yet all of it writhes with in me. Emotions twirling into psychedelic lights. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~