suzanne

What a dangerous game they play, Ms. Suzanne. A bit bigger wave, a bit stronger wind and both of them might perish in teh raging passion of teh sea.
An absolutely fascinating image.

There was for her
no way of knowing
but what she felt,
with every beat,
was a tangible breeze of faith
beneath her trembling wings.
And in the magic of his closeness
she could abandon herself wholeheartedly
to the joy of her twilight flight...

Closed in for virtual passion
sàns the ritual of encompassion
they flirt the lowly skies
almost touching the watery foil.

(PS. what a picture!)

completely fascinating!!!

Very good and oddly moving...

I think that birds are completely fearless, or that because they can fly they think themselves god.

I like this image very much.