Tag: conte

I think of color

Conte technique

Over this pillow

I shade pebbles

Greater than your hands

Scattering through debris of seeds

In a place with so few trees

Hearing your echo intertwined with mine

What is ‘this’ passion

If you can’t meet me halfway

Sometimes

You feel like a void

That I follow

Without following you

A portraiture

The tonality

Of a single text