happy legumintines youaremychoding! here’s the
origonalKazuaki. i feel horrible about being a few days late with the gift due to tablet and transportation problems ;n; i really hope you enjoy your gift!
reblogging again for a later crowd!
SAINT OF PARASITES
I took ill and was confined to a bed in the furthest wing of the local hospital. My health worsened as I spent my time alone save the occasions when a visitation would wake me from fitful dreams. A wan figure would enter, passing down between the rows of empty beds towards me, flanked by two monastic attendants each holding up the lengths of her vestments to prevent them trailing on the floor. My body seemed to shift and stir on its own accord in response to her presence.
"My dearest." she would say in hushed tones that seemed to emanate from within my own ears.
"Fear not, I will be with you always, till the day that you die."
The squirming sensation inside me increased as though hanging on her every word.
"I only ask what any devoted lover would. Everything you have left you share with me."
I met you at golden hour
when the light was not harsh enough to pass right through you.
I sat there in the final moments of the Sun’s retreat to sleep.
‘Stand in front of me, now (I don’t care about posture). You are so beautiful,
a photograph, a symphony of orange tones dripping down your face, flush as winter’. The light pooled in your collar bone cavities. I stayed until the moon waned. An hour of
Time passed. All at once, I was trapped in
overcast truths, skin cracks in dry wind, only eyes water. I have not seen the sun in days,
it has abandoned us. Or, perhaps just me.
You were so beautiful at golden hour.
|—||Golden Hour, Lucas Regazzi (via 1000scientists)|
An Erosion, 2008, oil on linen 6.5 x 8.5 inches
Go ahead and think we’re the only intelligent life out there. You go right ahead.