Parvati

A blue moon is a rare orb.

I prefer mine common and mellow.

And in such light,

I would take You,

Darling,

Slow... and... easy...

Lest our sudden, mutual combustion

Leave nothing

But nameless black Cinder.

@soulreserve

nameless moon

name this nameless moon this sapphire blotch in our starlit sky, take it and sink it in inky blue desire, pluck its supple flowers with pale translucent lips and suck their sweet nectar of love, lay me down on its crescent hills seeped in shimmering moondust and name me too. call me darling, call me love. wild and windblown I’ll camp down on this earth near you, so close to you I will see you move and cloud me gently devour me take over everything that is mine and then, as you outshine us both - me and this dreamy nameless moon, I’ll ache for you in afterglow.

© SoulReserve 2019

Old barn wall, Southern Maryland.

“Sutten av dager / End of days.” Friday, 3/27/2020, after midnight.... feeling pretty dark when I made this. Digital collage made with Procreate

Décollage-retrouvé près la Place de la Bastille, à Paris, 9 mars 2018. (Found-decollage near the Place de la Bastille, Paris, 3/9/2018) @oliviadescampecollages

Welcome to Disneyland!

I don’t know what community the owners of Tumblr think they’re protecting, but mine does not exclude erotica (AKA « adult content »). This change is yet more evidence that the owners of this and other platforms are in fact publishers and should be held to account for their content. (I’m looking at you, Facebook.)

Parvati

I see her from afar, Sitting alone in the early day, Tracing gossamer thoughts And hearing the whispers Of her heart. Her muse is the One Who is not there, The One who is Inaccessible, Yet whose presence Is so real that He stirs the deepest passion Of her womanly soul. Thoughts shape images, Murmurs, words And she sings Of smoke and fire, Incandescent and all-consuming, Of drink so concentrated One sip intoxicates. I listen, taken by her music Toward her heart’s Center, Hoping for invisibility, That my presence not Disturb her muse, Hoping to be unseen By her consort, Shiva, Should he return While she is in her Bliss. ©sealanehill, 2017 For @soulreserve

Read to Me, My Darling. Handmade collage. Torn magazine and catalog illustrations (NY Times T Magazine 3/5/2017 and Anthropologie lookbook 4/2017), tissue paper, acrylic paint, and gold paint pen on a white sketchbook page, with artist and studio seals. ~7.5x10 inches (~19x25 cm), 4/16/2017.

Digital collage: five variations.

Ma confiance dans la poésie est sans limite. Elle est seule capable de me consoler de l’horreur du monde.

Dany Laferrière

(via mignonne-allons-voir-si-la-rose)

Blustery morning.

Rain overnight, bookended by snow.

Cold, bright Christmas Day.

12/25/2017