(Im)permanence
A morning contemplation
Published in
Feb 5, 2021
As morning finds its way past the gap in the curtains to dance across their bodies, she knows with certainty that this is everything
and at the same time
nothing…
This is as real as it gets.
Sun paints the ceiling pink.
Let’s stay here forever, she says, reaching for the ray of light above her as it fades.
Yes, he replies and holds her tight, like sand slipping through the cracks of his fingers.
This short text is soon to be published by Essensuals Press — Ena Dahl’s own publishing platform for sensual and erotic literature and art — along with a selection of photos by Pollux.
