He was just standing there holding onto her like she was his lover, of course she’s his lover. Where ever he traveled, where ever he was, she was with him. He made love to her in front of hundreds, sometimes thousands of people every night, no apologies and with more passion than the rooms could bare.
This piece is new but from a series I pop in and out of now and then called “nostalgia”. Every now and then I find an old black and white photo that needs to be reclaimed and I make it my own.