The tribal woman

FROM THE COLLECTION: And we call that love?

Where my tribal dance decants into a wavy sea?

Where my inner fire becomes the starry night sky?

Where my truth pours over into your story?


Space between her dancing and him observing.

Delicate lines of elements of life.

Boundaries in oneness.


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