Past Carolina

Past Carolina

 

 

I am fresh from a shower,

wrapped abundantly

in you

 

you whisper 

that I smell of spring,

of falling rain

 

my hair cascades down,

your fingers traverse

the smooth topography of skin

mapping through southern states

like an atlas…

 

venturing to stay,

past Carolina.

 

 

 

 

photography by Stefan Beutler

 

 

Reviews

[Adam Adams]

You better know how to shape Stefan's art in your own. Quite evocative!

Undoubtedly, The wordly choice's profoundly incredible in your poetry. It's a collaboration of sensuality that you've kindly rippled to the magnificence of art. You know what I believe in, no matter how erotic you write, if there's no sensations of bollock-naked romance in words; no emotions; no hunger toward warmth & no faithful or, of course, unfaithful vibes across capricious heart, there's no meaning of erotica, cause.. even erotica itself belongs to romance so the romance's fiercely unleashed to erotic-vibes... of love. And.. here, you did a very phenomenal job!! What a poetry it is - ripped off my spirit! Excellent work!

[Kelly Scheppers]

Stefan's art is magic for me....just like your reviews! ...thank you for putting some wind in my sails!