Poem by Shontay Luna

 

Under Midnights Eye

Under midnights eye,
true intent is captured.
Words escape throughout,
fantasy becomes real.

Under midnights eye,
doubt doesn’t exist.
The barriers are broken down,
Whatever the heart wants, it gets without question.

Under midnights eye,
the skin yearns to breathe.
As it awaits contact –
consumption of touch.

Under midnights eye,
secret dreams scream themselves known.
As time ceases movement,
in the engulfment of feeling.

 

Artwork © Allison Goldin
Artwork © Allison Goldin

 

Shontay Luna is a lifelong resident of Chicago, IL. Her work has been featured in Parnussus, Black Book Press, The Stray Branch and AnthologyofChicago.com among others.

Allison Goldin is an artist living in Cambridge. Her work is a collection of spontaneous drawings from the imagination. The most common link throughout her art are the semi-recognizable creatures scattered amongst and bringing together the surrounding doodles. She is currently studying Illustration at The School of Museum of Fine Arts, Boston.

 

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