I’m intoxicated by this love aflame
I bow at the altar of pain
Creature of the wild and of the night
Of blue moons horned creatures and caravans
I create while I bleed existentially patiently
Flowers at my bed grow from the feet of Ursula
Initiated by the horned darkness of this grand nebuIa
I sleep with the centaurs
I bow at the moon
I wrap myself in the fleshes of my freshly baked cocoon.
I wheep, oh so sweetly, in my soft blue white tissue
I want to kiss your lips, boy, what’s the big issue?
Imaginea: COCOON, by ISABELLE CHAPUIS
# 05 – 2010
Archival pigment print on acid free matte watercolour paper with a white wood frame 98 x 120 cm