By Genet Dutto, TIWP Student

The little hideaway
clustered in the corner,
covered with white linen
and a scent of sweet rosemary.
A comfortable, sheltered island
isolated from the rest.
With sparks of creation
towering above,
a diva-like pillow infiltrated
by an iridescent look.
Captured by the light,
it beams joy
waiting to meet again.
As night falls,
the eyes follow,
then the body,
asking the world
to stop motion.