• Painting by Chris IG // @blablabla.art
    Love

    Peppermint

    “Pretend you are playing me, Chet.”She said, as the jazz genius made love. May I write you? It is a feast. I gather everything there is and everything there will be. Imagine entire worlds crashing down and trees shooting up from the ground and skies melting into gold and little sparkles of light exploding into stars around you. Imagine this. This is you, when I eat you. I hold you tight. I hold you right. Imagine blankets of mornings and smells of Sundays. With sincere vigour, my tongue and fingers, attempt to slowly but surely describe what this moment means to us. We communicate non verbally, and we pick out…