Imago

An Image attaches itself to something you once touched or smelled sends waves echoing inward. You forgot about it yet now it weaves itself around a memory that you had not named – a singular erotic weaving that brings its own enticing musk. Then there is this full-throated flowering a bitter-sweet interior presence. Behind your eyes mind is only an apparition but this thing you see is perceived through your skin as a recollection of when your skin could see clearer, it returns now to catch fire in these fallow moments. You search for this emerging appearance that has yet to paint its face, watch as it surfaces as a heaviness of the senses or perhaps the very gravity of light.