In my dream, your body is soft and warm. Your fingers on fire. I melt at the place where our flesh meets. Your face is a brighter mirror of my own. Your eyes just as full of knowing. Our hearts, vessels of yearning. As you bring your lips to my ear, you whisper, Hafiz told me, “Even after all this time the sun never says to the earth, ‘You owe me.’ Look what happens with a love like that. It lights the whole sky.”
— heidi kalyani, 2016
from the *nothing is black and white* project: illustration created out of meditation with a single unbroken line