I watch her sway to the moves of a familiar sound
A swish of an overused brush coating a coarse, colorless fabric
Willows sighing in the air, a leaf touching the moist ground
Relief, desperation both overwhelming and confining
In his ear she whispers, “I will never be perfect for you.”
raytsbaron 
This appears both shallow and deep I probably shouldn’t have read it first thing when I an not properly awake! I like the photo a lot, it’s good to see you still taking good stuff it was always a particular talent of yours.
I would have to agree with the “shallow” part. Intention-wise, I think my poetry has this forced implication of trying to be both, shallow and deep. Thank you for the compliment on the photo. Between painting and photography, I think the latter is slowly becoming an innate thing. I would often see a scene in frame. Painting however is an affair I could not stop. Wanting but not thriving, if you know what I mean.