Daniel Edward Moore

First, the head is crowned in the castle. The face
is given a name. Then that wrinkled army of love
crawls through history using ten tiny toes, forcing
tomorrow into a pair of stilettos, those groundbreaking
feminine beauties. From a breeder’s perspective and
yes, there are many, most are driven by the desire to
create a red-carpet version of themselves. Even though
most men answer to Eve, that sensual siren, naked on
the shore of the throat’s crashing sea, remember, drowning
is the glory of swimming when life is too heavy to float.