every morning in the light of the bathroom
the way the lighting cradles your soft skin
and how your gentle curves guide my eyes
i find myself in michelangelo's place
wanting to devote my life to knowing such beauty
and pour every ounce of strength into capturing it
Apr 3, 2025
Apr 3, 2025 at 8:09 AM UTC
every morning in the light of the bathroom
the way the lighting cradles your soft skin
and how your gentle curves guide my eyes
i find myself in michelangelo's place
wanting to devote my life to knowing such beauty
and pour every ounce of strength into capturing it
for Mena.
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