Angel

Baby Dove

whose palms I’ve yet to touch
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

after the show
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

COllections

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3. photo
4. poetry
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6. drawing
7. てんし

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time is running
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About

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.

Playing , creating and stitching together realities at the intersection of fantasy, the transcendental, subconscious, dreams, meditation, spirituality, religion, alchemy, the earthed, the cosmic, the heavens, the blossoming, portals, glitches, clouds, reflections, shadows, celestial bodies, ripples, floating worlds, the romantic, the mundane, the surreal, the ephemeral, the psychedelic, peace. love.

Angel Baby Dove (Jess)
alumna of central saint martins

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yes@angelbabydove.com

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