I was blue in my dream, like an Indian god, but my headdress was Mayan, and I was kissing a reluctant sun whose serrations were cutting into me. Treacherous heavenly body! I, come out of brown clay, was burning, my love, my devotion, my passion seared and blown away in flame and smoke. There’s love left, sprung from clay, wind-swept but sturdy, intimate and ethereal, and the little one is beside me, skirted, dark, veiled and full of promise.
– Niebla ( © 2008 )
Inspired by the above painting by Rick Mobbs.