Angel
Baby Dove
yet somehow, still I know
run burning hot
molten, magnetic
felt your beads of sweat
cried diamonds down your chest
gravity turned
tears began to float
their way to the ceiling
they alchemised
into mirror balls
o o o o o
o o
o o
o o
o o
o o o o
lay still, softly, watch the full moons
circles, snow
lighting up the edges of the room
dance with me darling
sacred, silent party
for two
felt you,
gently take a chisel
to my heart
it
c
r
a c
k
e
d
open
somewhere
on a cold hotel floor
gold poured out
1. film
2. sound
3. photo
4. poetry
5. (undefined)
6. drawing
7. てんし
@angelbabydove
life is an absurdist miracle
time is running
make it count
the mission, life as art. no separation. this site serves as a collective content container for photography, drawings, poetry, lyrics, visions, film, sound, and all beautiful moments of strange, ethereal magic.
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Angel Baby Dove (Jess)
alumna of central saint martins
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