Darin

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A sunset in bed and I get to peek into solace in solitude.
Perfect beauty captured in that moment—in this moment—under those sheets burnt orange by the light. By the abundance of light.

And I wonder if you can see how it floods the room you’re in—how it colors the space—how it edifies your fullness. Your voice. Your expression. Light pouring in from every direction, hinting at the world beyond this picture’s frame—this picture’s narrow frame.

And it kind of feels like a promise. Because even though you look at me in profile, I see you straight on. Balanced. Whole. And it is that square stare that makes me more certain. More certain of you. Of who you are and what it means for me to love you.

You trust me.
I know you do.
But in this moment it’s different.
You make it different—unique—divine.
You catch my RAW attention.

Bringing everything within me—my heart, my self—into focus.
“Look at me,” you say. “Look at me,” you demand. Be one in thought. Be one in consciousness. Be one here, now.

My dear infinite muse,
I see what you invite me to see.

sunset in bed