My beautiful dark twisted fantasy


What is Love? Love is a jubilant fountain of affection, that floods the hollow heart with happiness and overflows with joy. Like wind, fire and air, it is a natural ele- ment, an instinct to share, the caring heart laid bare. Lovers fill with fas- cination for each other, and see in the other’s eyes what their lives have been denied, and where their futures lie. Infatuation is the adolescence of true love. Romance is the fluttering of the heart, when the other departs. I cannot tame my orphaned heart’s remorse, or claim myself to be my very own, since you have roamed, and love has changed its course. You are true north to my heart What is Desire? Desire is a coveting need, an urgent greedy appetite to acquire and consume to satis- faction. Unlike love which seeks to serve, desire is self-serving and seeks its own reward. Lust is sired by a panicked yearning that erupts in passion and good sense and logic are dispensed. It is a spectre in the skin that leads the hand to sin. Desire dies when satisfied; Desire denies multiplied. I can’t still remem- ber even today the way your shirt was torn and how I glimpsed a treasured hint of your perfect form. And with that quick glance desire was born Photography and text by Duane Michals, 1999Also
What is Love?

Love is a jubilant fountain of affection,
that floods the hollow heart with
happiness and overflows with joy. Like
wind, fire and air, it is a natural ele-
ment, an instinct to share, the caring
heart laid bare. Lovers fill with fas-
cination for each other, and see in the
other’s eyes what their lives have been
denied, and where their futures lie.
Infatuation is the adolescence of true
love. Romance is the fluttering of the
heart, when the other departs. I cannot
tame my orphaned heart’s remorse, or
claim myself to be my very own, since
you have roamed, and love has changed
its course. You are true north to my heart



What is Desire?

Desire is a coveting need, an urgent greedy
appetite to acquire and consume to satis-
faction. Unlike love which seeks to serve,
desire is self-serving and seeks its own
reward. Lust is sired by a panicked
yearning that erupts in passion and good
sense and logic are dispensed. It is a
spectre in the skin that leads the hand
to sin. Desire dies when satisfied; Desire
denies multiplied. I can’t still remem-
ber even today the way your shirt was
torn and how I glimpsed a treasured
hint of your perfect form. And with
that quick glance desire was born

Photography and text by Duane Michals, 1999

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"When I was drowning, she became my air. In the cold, she became my warmth. In the dark, she became my light."
A. Meredith Walters, Light in the Shadows 

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"That’s what people do who love you. They put their arms around you and love you when you’re not so lovable."
Deb Caletti, The Fortunes of Indigo Skye 

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