We spoke about how time had changed us both. How, once, we were free and daring and gorgeous. How we were young. The laughter serving melody to the bittersweet harmony of time. We pieced together memories from a fragment that I saved and a tatter that you still carry, a faded snapshot in my mind […]
He always knew when she needed a break from reality. The insatiable ink of her desires cloaked her in shadows.
I want to make myself a present of you and take you to a private quiet secret almost holy place and unwrap you very very slowly. . . © the author writing as Romantic Dominant Art by Loui Jover
Momentary Lapse Of Sanity 