Cold yet sultry nights,
Struggling to sleep.
Champagne soothes a parched throat,
Weary from my crying.
But when I lie down, I sink again,
Engulfed in neck-deep longing.
Your caress still lulls me to slumber,
Sending chills whenever I remember.
For we now live in different worlds —
What I call day,
You call night.
— Jonah Chipeco | June 3, 2013
Drawn from inspiration sparked by my friend Alab Pagarigan’s artwork, presented by Altro Mondo Gallery.
You may also view another piece by the artist previously featured here: Steal My Heart.
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