a night with a rose
it wasn’t part of the plan. I took a long, red shower and wanted to sleep early. but she was just there, in the candlelight, and her beauty so struck me. I couldn’t stop staring.
so I sat there, not even dressed, and admired her with my hands, and my eyes. it felt like a long meditation. I drew her until my knees got cold, and I felt very sleepy.
I don’t think I fully captured her beauty this time. but there will be more nights. more roses.
