|Cypress Trees, Point Lobos, c. 1930|
Coloured crayon on paper, 18.5 x 14.25 inches
Henrietta Mary Shore (1880-1963)
Their glance did not falter
Stepping closer, ever closer.
“How does he not see my chest heaving with each breath?” she thought.
Standing as close as they dare, the spell would not break.
A touch? Not yet.
Hairs of their skin bristled.
The aroma of the other was the sweetest taste on their tongues.
Treasured was this space between them;
This unknown place of new desire.
Swimming in the depths of this intimate moment, they lived all the possibilities
Before the first touch.
There would be no turning back.
The space between them became them.
Their embrace took over.
These two bodies already knew how to come together.
As they drew apart, both sensed they took a little of the other with them.