![-two sets of hands hold each other. one and is hovering above, ready to drop someting. "I want to gift you..."
-the hand opens and a mouth and face appeares from up above, dropping starlight. "New words, untouched..."
- close up of pastel lookinf sparkles. "Not yet consumed..."
- a poppy flower, with cut stems and petals, ruined paper in the background. "Crumpled up by other lovers."
- a set of hand holds like a cup two small humanoid figures. one has long red hair, the other short blonde hair. "I'd make them refuge...* [note: talamo is both a bothanical and anatomical term that means also refuge, antic, and/or bridal bed/room]
- the hand close on the figures embracing, as sunlight and sparkles light up the scene. "In which curl up (together)"](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:5jdlhjis3llvc3thtgvgnltn/bafkreibtkfpa4qopw7qwqucpcnf3z5v4ngpxk3o4je57hsupztuwbgxgsm)
-two sets of hands hold each other. one and is hovering above, ready to drop someting. "I want to gift you..."
-the hand opens and a mouth and face appeares from up above, dropping starlight. "New words, untouched..."
- close up of pastel lookinf sparkles. "Not yet consumed..."
- a poppy flower, with cut stems and petals, ruined paper in the background. "Crumpled up by other lovers."
- a set of hand holds like a cup two small humanoid figures. one has long red hair, the other short blonde hair. "I'd make them refuge...* [note: talamo is both a bothanical and anatomical term that means also refuge, antic, and/or bridal bed/room]
- the hand close on the figures embracing, as sunlight and sparkles light up the scene. "In which curl up (together)"
- a shot of a mediterrean field, with crypress in the background and an ancient metal plough in front. "And (Make them) a plough..."
- close up of the plow blade deep into the brown earth, with tiny green sprouts around. "So that they could dig in the soul."
- A close up of a two leafed sprout in front of an increasingly greener field. "I am not looking for exorbitant words."
- a down view of a new fresh red poppy flowers. "Be they also just kind..."
- two girls, one redheaded the other blond. the blond one is blushing, brushing off the eager redhead who happens to have a poppy flower tatoo on her arm. "But maybe i get entangled... (confused)"
- the two girls exchange a close hand holding as their foreheads touch. "...into dreaming..."
two figures stand in the middle of a multicoloured swirl of lights and pastel brushstrokes. Their are just their own external lineart and they embrace in something that looks like a forehead touch or a kiss, while they stand almost dancing in the air into this abstract and rosy background.
trailing of the "Dreaming." of before, the poetry ends with "...something that has yet to exist"/Something that doesn't exist yet".
Fin
a relative of a friend of my sister (complex i know) commissioned me an illustration based on a poem that her cousin wrote for her own girlfriend.
in the replies translation. Alt-text on
#commission #jonsyart
