an illustration to a psypoem, don't mind the text fail on the right as it looks sweet! :)
Full poem by 'No Idea Who':


The Lesson
My skin is a part of your face
avoiding the air
between us in harmony,
as the fluctuating brilliance
of your eye
shines from that old wooden chair
with its feet
firmly planted
in your shoes,
and our arms which twine
are the branches
of the tree outside
the window
which watches, expectantly.

(1971)