Mirror me...
she is salvation
and the softest expression
of art to my soul.
She presses herself
into my being
where
her nouns and verbs
make me whole.
Trace me...
she is redemption
and the afterglow reflection
of poetry to my mind.
She paints herself
onto my canvas
where
her lines and hues
stir me blind
Steve, this is a beautiful pieve. Every line perfect and stirring...
Kris
And he is her sanctuary, she wraps his words around her soul and becomes one with him....losing herself in the multiplicity of his brilliant hues, painting herself over and over again, until she no longer knows where he ends and she begins, and for that one moment frozen in time....all is right with the world...
Simply breathtaking verse Steve.....Hugs PoeticRaine