Blue Moon Magic

Paint, my fingers dipped in the pastel liquid touching skin to weave a pattern, make a mark, imprint life on another.

Fingers moving over my own, butterfly paint stretching over skin while before us unfolds a universe of spirals, bold moves with felt tip pen, markings of geometry silently lacerating white paper.

Goddess curl moved and she let the colour move through her and over and around her shining face, and together we tumbled to the wooden floor to speak love indescribable.

Gracefully dark haired lilly skinned American indian woman gently smiles and dives deep into a hard to grasp serenity and happiness. 


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