Salt and Skin

It was worship.

We didn’t meet as flesh, we dissolved, blurred, burned, until we were nothing but whole.

The way her divinity made me infinite, and how, together, we became something greater than human.
For a moment I was a god, and she was holy. The world outside ceased to exist.

This painting is that moment. A trace of heaven left on canvas.

We were the sky unraveling, a storm half-formed.
The calm and the chaos, the tenderness and the violence in the same breath.

Transcendence, the moment when flesh stops being flesh and becomes light.
This is what happened when we dissolved into one being.

It is what remains when love and lust collide so completely that they break the ceiling of the human and open a door to the infinite.

The aftermath of being consumed.