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Artists Tale
I feel the innocence
The blue lust cover
The dreams red glaze
I’ve melted over
Hardened into shape
Hollowed in spirit
I feel this enveloping my being
I hold the words
Break down letter to letter
Liquid on my finger tips
Spilt into your eyes
Contorted images
Of the colors
I make the palette
Control the tongues lashing movement
I feel the swirls
Engulfing fairy tales
A thought that sprouted wings and flew away
Glistened with every drop
I want to use you as my canvas
You’re my broken nonsense
Cluttered in justice
My utopia gallery
Follow your king
Into the greatness of the abyss
Deep down below
You can caress
The pleasure
Of my work of art
A taste so sweet
To my touch
Everlasting
So many faces
Some many fruits
Dripping
With
me.
this poem :*)
made me smile.
all's well that is ended well. .. .i am you searching to be free,is SEARS, YOUR WAY TO FREEDOM?the movement the motion the gargantuan galactic. . .. i have been here ten million miles. .. my fire's colder than mother frost her self. . selfless agony freezing me freedom me ,i am no more capable you . .. .FLAME O N ?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dd.Cs.Ve...... . .. .
Not much can be said aside from truly amazing. Such a captivating poem, an addicting thing to read.
I am glad that I found your page Steve. I think that you hold much talent. You are a true artist. I like your work.
Gentle is the night♥
Deep, erotic, yet, innocent, all at the same time. Comparing love to an artistst's canvas shows deep passion & a sense of enjoyment when it comes to the art of love. Nicely done!! Amy
Gentle is the night♥