Goodwine — A Poetic Intoxication

Window light, a lingering gaze, a smile that breaks the stillness. Portraits and poetry move through longing and tenderness, with gold roses marking the pauses between them.

  • See everything about her is poetry.

    From the river of light that flowed through her eyes,

    to the soft landscape of her lips.

    She was the rhythm that gave me the blues, after only one kiss.

    A short haiku of lust, seemed so innocent. Yet I’ve longed for the beating of her heart against my ear drums.

    Maybe I’m a fool.

    But if I’m the fool then jazz me up, and put me on display.

    I’m not too hip to hop on the love train if central station is the neo in her soul.

    my spirit will be slow jamming to the midnight tunes on her radio.

    Hmmph, everything about her is poetry.

    M.S.

Goodwine — A Poetic Intoxication. A gold rose opens a portrait and poetry editorial by Silence Photography.
Page 2. Poetry by M.S.: See everything about her is poetry.
Page 3. She meets the camera from a doorway, wrapped in a loose white shirt. A quiet monochrome portrait.
Page 4. A warm window portrait. Poetry: From the river of light that flowed through her eyes,
Page 5. She turns toward the window in profile. Poetry: to the soft landscape of her lips.
Page 6. A reclining monochrome portrait, her head resting in her hand. Poetry: She was the rhythm that gave me the blues, after only one kiss.
Page 7. A gold rose rests against black satin. Poetry: A short haiku of lust, seemed so innocent. Yet I’ve longed for the beating of her heart against my ear drums.
Page 8. Seated beside the window, she turns back toward the camera. A monochrome portrait with an intimate, unhurried gaze.
Page 9. She stands beside the window with one hand at her neck. Poetry: Maybe I’m a fool.
Page 10. A spontaneous smile breaks the stillness. Poetry: But if I’m the fool then jazz me up, and put me on display.
Page 11. Seated beside the chair, she meets the camera directly. Poetry: I’m not too hip to hop on the love train if central station is the neo in her soul.
Page 12. A warm portrait against the softness of the bed. Poetry: my spirit will be slow jamming to the midnight tunes on her radio.
Page 13. A gold rose closes the poem. Poetry: Hmmph, everything about her is poetry. M.S.
Page 14. Michael Silence’s authentic studio signature. Photography and editorial design: Silence Photography. Poetry: M.S.
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