WIP based on Langston Hughes' "Midnight Dancer"
Wine-maiden
Of the jazz-tuned night,
Lips
Sweet as purple dew,
Breasts
Like the pillows of all sweet dreams,
Who crushed
The grapes of joy
And dripped their juice
On you?
Of the jazz-tuned night,
Lips
Sweet as purple dew,
Breasts
Like the pillows of all sweet dreams,
Who crushed
The grapes of joy
And dripped their juice
On you?
2 comments:
What's up, you haven't posted in a while. It's not like you have any pressing things going on in your life. Geez. It's not like you're busy doing other art that is good enough to make it into The Society of Illustrators or anything. Or like you're backed up by so many commissions because people love your art so much. It's not like college is THAT busy. Or that you're busy giving your time to your family or friends who need to talk. Why would they want to talk to you? It's not like you ever have good advice. Or that you'd be cool enough to sit down with them. What the... What are these tears in my eyes...
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