Like a nocturnal creatureWho wakes as sun goes downTo feed upon a darkened worldSo woman risesTo shed away the hours spent in sensibility and worryAnd fill the hollow left behind from tearsthat fell like riversDown her flushed and sun kissed cheeks Even now the air is...
Originally published March 8, 2012. Max T. Frame produced some of the most sensual figurative art the I have had the privilege to post on Pixels. In a discotheque at dawnIs when it came to meI’d been ravin’ through the nightLookin’ for some...
