Nothing else needs to be said,
Just lay your soul, on this bed,
On this pillow, rest your head,
Through this heart, receive your bread.
Be near, from my marrow, fed,
And weave with sacred proximity, this thread,
Of intimacy, entwined and tangle, crimson red,
But leave no distance, not a millimetre, nor a shred.
-W.E.
lonerloaner 
It is just as easy to drift into your words as you so so my photography.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I want to ask you to use a photograph of yours.
Today, you were my muse and I am about to post another post which I just conjured in our conversation. Of course, reference and credit to your site and your name will be done.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Of course you can. I would be honored.
LikeLiked by 1 person