every profile of the body
drapes of a fallen dress
the flowers twang
the bassoons
the wooden harps
the human body is a temple
with the purpose of changing
into new forms
ephemeral
beauty
or love
or passion
or life
the metamorphosis of another
the brother
the kiss
the flowers of evil
the death of a maiden
Ovid
hear me
Ovid
love is simply a measure of
bumps and holes
Ovid
love grows out of soft marble
Ovid
we are one
the mythology of
passion ensues
the act encased in
fire
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 5:01 PM UTC
every profile of the body
drapes of a fallen dress
the flowers twang
the bassoons
the wooden harps
the human body is a temple
with the purpose of changing
into new forms
ephemeral
beauty
or love
or passion
or life
the metamorphosis of another
the brother
the kiss
the flowers of evil
the death of a maiden
Ovid
hear me
Ovid
love is simply a measure of
bumps and holes
Ovid
love grows out of soft marble
Ovid
we are one
the mythology of
passion ensues
the act encased in
fire
