victoria

i did not ask his name—i thought him love; i did not care to see his hidden face. all life seemed born in my intaken breath; all thought seemed flown like some forgotten dove. he bent to kiss and raised his visor's lace... all eager-lipped i kissed the mouth of death.  — gwendolyn bennett 1/1 8192x8192 (8k) original digital work created with midjourney