I was in your presence,
I could see inside you.
Your tentacles touched me.
I observed the veins in your arms,
the sanguine color pulsing through,
the smoothness of your skin.
Your lips pursed against mine,
rapt in my visions.
You circled me.
When the straps fell off your shoulders,
you did not make me wait.
Everything opened, including the skies.
We made our own thunder.
And the mouth, at the center of your arms,
(A note and background about this photo, Cassandra’s beautiful performance, NYC)
© copyright 2015 Denise Rafkind Photography