dance me to the top of our roof,
Cook me yummy din din under the flames of Mrs Bonfire,
Cite me bedtime stories under the spell of Mr Moonshine ,
Or just
hypnotize you within the range of my perfume.
'naked…
in the embrace of your maple womb,
O
in search of our wisdom,
lost in the midst of doubts,
coiled;
tumbling and swirling in the thoughts of turmoils,
perplexed;
too weak to align the stability,
crumble to the dust of darkness,
blinded,
fantasizing
The power of togetherness.'
- Maria Mak
Photography and written by Maria Mak
Oh...my my sweet ballerina,
tiptoe on your dull world,
fly like a little bird,
defy the law between the gravity and the melody
spread your wings among the trinity,
the love, the hate, and the in between
the show must go on... silently
Drawing and written by Maria Mak