blowing snow

 

I want to capture your vivid dreams and project them on the blowing stormy snow. To see them falling down from above, colorful, cinematic. As clear as I can see your face line, and your closed eyes, and the curves of your eyebrows. And silky texture of lips, and tantalizing contour of neck. And roundness of shoulders. All merged in 3D holographic fused puzzle, bubbling down and up, resembling a displaced Picasso-like painting that fell in love with the Rubik cube. A blowing snow bringing out tiny bits of you. Snowflakes imprinted with your metadata lying sensually on the frozen ground, reconstructing a different you in an evanescent piece of concentrated water and light. So, as I was listening to the swirls of wind and the music coming along with night and dreams, I saw it. And I closed my eyes to see it better. Your fingers, my fingers. Your ribs, my ribs, your neck, my lips.