I just love to hear a woman say her name, 
munificently dulce to the hungry ear, 
feral and stout about herself, 
a menace that titillates an imbibe tranquility. 

With rivet judgment her epithet adheres, 
to a clement sobriquet of mute equanimity, 
argent swords nestle together, 
to harness this euphonious lullaby. 

Now that my eyes are heavy with armour, 
pummeled to blindness with age, 
an effused chalice I gift to you, 
to fill with perennial praise. 

I dare not ask for an elegy, 
For the merriment of your grace suffice, 
a fleur-de-lys I give to thee, 
to vest each sweet note whispered.

I love pairing my work with poetry, lyrics, words. It just gives my images more depth. I like to tell a story with my images. It let’s the mind wonder. I’d to thank Elliot Rosenberg for allowing me to use his beautiful words to accompany my images.