I always paid attention
To where our bodies clashed
And how they moved
Pressed together
Or far apart
But when you told me
That negative space in art
Was just as important as the art itself
My skin sighed as the flow of the air kissed it
At the cold, lonely, and untouched that was made by
Negative space
And just like that
We were art.
YOU ARE READING
spellbound
Poetry" T h e r e i s n o t h i n g m o r e p o w e r f u l a n d n o t h i n g m o r e d a n g e r o u s l y b e a u t i f u l t h a n a f r e e mind . "
