Winter 2021. Atlanta, Georgia. Copic marker on paper. SOLD. Prints are available upon request. 18x14in
December 8, 2018. 11:09 PM
I am a bird
Flying in your breeze.
You are the ease
In the wake of my ripple.
In the sand
Drenched in squeeze.
Retreat to reprise.
Its justice
Not just me.
It’s the warmth
Not the jacket.
It’s the heat
Not the flame.
It’s the location
But don’t forget the drive.
Don’t mistake the walk.
Grant your souls Grace.
It’s not the contents
But the case.
Just in case
You forgot
To say goodnight.
Cause we’re all sinners
But we’re Lovers first.
I got what I was coming for
But you got here first.
Who takes the first bite
Is hungry for the fight
Just in time
In just, I might.
L. R. Bennett
