Our inner refugees are temporarily free when we kissOne can only see.
Our embrace will identify that we can save the world.
Or save ourselves.
The feeling of this drowning spirit I have waited a lifetime for,
your air feels so beautiful in all of my stable ways.
Two artists sharing a distant taste of ambiguity,
Yet finding congruency in one another.
So paint my canvas and decorate it as you see fit,
indulge in us while we pay homage while the candles are lit.