Tami Cohen and Joanna Lee

Tami Cohen


inspiration, tinted

Joanna Lee
inspiration piece

my muse
dips unshyly into your darkness,
cupping in each hand the hidden hates
and envies harbored under each heavy
breast, unwrinkling the sharp folds
shoved deep below layers of
skin and consciousness to where
every memory has its shadow walking long
and lean on the end of a summer’s day,
waiting to be shaped into sunrise.



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