I buy myself a fresh canvas every night
to trace you in graphite
smear you in technicolor
dry it to freeze you
so I could hang you in front of me
and smell the acrylics that make me nauseous
and dizzy, like your kisses
before you fleet away
without making me your volition.
If there was a single dream in which you stayed
I'd never get out of my nightgown.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
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How beautiful is that...
A sonnet by darkness
For the gallant daylight
That despite his brightness
Will never understand her mind
Her sensual darkness...
I love the last line. :D
very nice Atrisa! Love it!
damn, woman.
Brilliant stuff tris - love the vivid imagination!
Just had to stop by and say this...This post and the one before it...Enchanting....
oooh sexy :) lovely beautifully thought of :)
@Mindey - An applause is too lowly.
@All - Thanks :) Kindly excuse this poor working-hard-in-the-office-till-8 girl. Wish my brain could think harder.
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