Touch
Skin upon the surface honored with soft caresses from fingertips of lovers
Softly flashing from fireflies in the junipers
And a moon that paints the makeup
Upon the cheeks and lips of the innocent
A bird's shadow catches the eye
But there is no sound of flight or warning cry or laughter
This will not be a gentle touching, such as the moon has already given
And there will be an assumption that the bird will feed tonight
Allow the touch to come however and whenever it may come
Without fear or surprise, know the plan and prayer
Is fulfilled for highest purpose
-- Nate Long "Owl"
Graphite with digital manipulation
-- Nate Long "Owl"
Graphite with digital manipulation
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