A rush from passion’s gate,To our garden springtime bloom.A body given to sublime,And hormones whisper back to me.Humming the tune with the lyrical,A word at a time, a lullaby.The rhythm of a rocking chair,The softness of chenille.With little fingers reaching mine.And time to wait.~ Martin Eichinger
Artist: Martin Eichinger
13” Cast bronze
Limited edition of 195
A rush from passion’s gate,To our garden springtime bloom.A body given to sublime,And hormones whisper back to me.Humming the tune with the lyrical,A word at a time, a lullaby.The rhythm of a rocking chair,The softness of chenille.With little fingers reaching mine.And time to wait.~ Martin Eichinger
Artist: Martin Eichinger
13” Cast bronze
Limited edition of 195
