Two dark forces-
an exchange in the night;
neither a blessing,
neither a plight.
A coming together-
a meeting of one;
either a daughter,
either a son.
A culmination-
of ripe fluid;
some driping,
most mixing.
And now-
it's witnessed;
all gauking,
all approving.
They've all-
been there before;
perhaps not now,
perhaps later.
-Matthew Kouztun
(This Post is also based on a painting I've done recently, so yeah. It's pretty blunt the painting if you read the poem- and kind of graphic if you think about it. So I'll leave it at that. The colour is kind of messed up because of the flash and the lack of light but it's really cool in person!)
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