|Caption: [You open your eyes....... but you don't remember the fall.|
And then you realize,
you've never seen a woman who looked like this before.]
|Caption: [Theres no thought to taking her hand. You just do it.]|
|-Shes modern, of course,....but her face...|
it's...from another time?. Its like I've seen it in a painting
though I can't remember which one. Why do I find that so strange? and alluring?-
|-I can't tell which is better, the way she|
seems not the least bit bothered by my near constant
gaze, or that wild hair-cut.-
|-Never in all my life have I wanted|
to touch the back of a woman's head so badly.
I can almost feel the short pointy strands
just beneath my finger tips-
|-Tattoo's like a man, a wicked smile,|
the graceful neck, the face...
and a hair-cut that gets sexier by the minute-
|-She tells me its okay to look, she understands-.|
"It happens to us all, the first time".
-I must be mad...her fuckin lips didn't move-
|-Today seems....so bright, so...green.|
"What...the fuck!...is ..happening"?
How can she be so calm?
So very beautiful, so strong-
|-The calm sadness in her face almost brings tears to my eyes-|
|-Her hands are like a young girls,|
soft, but they would hurt you if she wanted them to.
If she was a statue, the MET would kill to own her.-
|Caption: [A Modern woman. Proud, strong, yet...|
there's that sadness again.]
-Why does she look at me that way now?-
|-Why do men feel so happy when we make them smile-?|
|A cool breeze off the near empty,|
bright street of Houston, and 2nd ave
|-Who is it, that keeps! texting her?|
Is it a woman...or another man?-
-I Should be afraid of her but I'm not. Why the fuck!...does that bother me? Why can't I stop looking at her?- #G2-4419
|-She tells me she needs to feed.|
And once again, her delectable lips...didn't move-
|-In the blink of an eye she leaps atop the street lamp.|
She's so...so dark now...so inhuman.
Then all of a sudden I see her in my mind.-
|-How could a woman like her be real?|
Like a wild urban Goddess.
Why have I never seen her till now?-
|-She's so elegant I can't stand it....|
So powerful that I need her more then the light of the sun.-
|-I don't remember leaving the park...|
and suddenly I'm afraid of what we
might have done...and to whom.-
|-She tells me of the East,|
that she was born of the people of the East,
somewhere near the Black sea.-
|-I can tell the subject makes her a little sad,|
and would die inside then have her sad.
I ache for her happiness.
Mother of God...I sound like a damn poet.
Get a grip man, maintain.-
|-Never have I seen shoulders on a woman so lovely,|
so very soft. Is this a dream? am I dreaming wide awake?-
|-She smiles, and I'm alive again.-|
|Caption: [Why deny it any longer...its her heart you feel.|
"It beats for you, it bleeds for you.
It knows not how it sounds",
'for it is the drum of drums...it is,
the Song of Songs']
|-I seek words to find her, but there are none,|
I seek her in the light of day...in the dark of night,
in the harrowing streets of New York. I seek her still.-
|-What great force hath made those gentle hands?|
They seem so.... unreal, its like I'm seeing them for the first time.-
|-An now she asks "Do you really want to go|
with me into this" ?, "Your happy in the moment,
dreaming, one hundred years from now
you'll hate me for what I've done to you".
-You know she's right, but part of you wonders.
Oh how you wonder-.
|Caption: [Oh god, he looks like he's going to faint. I never liked|
the 'mind gift'. Poor thing, it'll be a year before he stops seeing my face].
"Thanks, the hair-cut is a bit of a risk, but sometimes you have to."
All Photos by K.K.W: Canon IXY