Oil Paint Canvas

91.44 x 121.92 cm 36 x 48 in

2026

The goat spoke foreign lies moon undressing me below the skies.

But I, Rose, lay in disguise— petals would not fall, not until I feast the lamb behind your sacred eyes.

A bare wish to gnaw on the ripe sweet without the fear of fruit flies.

It yearns to drown— but as the sun arise you were never the goat, and the lies were mine.

Stripping our rocks of their colorless mimes, cherried palms touching me restless— you and me was always just I.

I love you endless.

I’m ready to bask in the sunlit rains of infinite forests that live in the name of your now honest eyes.