digitaladdiction

Noir's set is up, finally.

Patience hass been difficult, but the good has come.

I'll pck my fave, or at least one of them:

Okay. I have no shot in just picking one.



In this one, Noir's facial expression is ... rawr!



This one is the same, only more so.



Finally, I've always been a sucker for a beautiful smile.

E.E. Cummings

unto thee i
burn incense
the bowl crackles
upon the gloom arise purple pencils

fluent spires of fragrance
the bowl
seethes
a flutter of stars

a turbulence of forms
delightful with indefinable flowering,
the air is
deep with desirable flowers

i think
thou lovest incense
for in the ambiguous faint aspirings
the indolent frail ascensions,

of thy smile rises the immaculate
sorrow
of thy low
hair flutter the level litanies

unto thee i burn
incense,over the dim smoke
straining my lips are vague with
ecstasy my palpitating breasts inhale the

slow
supple
flower
of thy beauty,my heart discovers thee

unto
whom i
burn
olbanum