This body belongs to no one
A grim touch traces desire On some body’s naked skin Following a rosy relic That no eyes were meant to see And the tip of it yields more...
This body belongs to no one
Iron-clawed beast
The perfect picture
Hide and seek
Light or Shadow
Shall I compare you to an autumn’s day?
The sunrise
The perfect picture
Last few minutes
Monochrome
“Architecture is the masterly, correct and magnificent play of masses brought together in light”
Portrait
I will lie here, for years or for hours