Great art is inspired
by the sub-conscious,
she nonchalantly mused,
lying naked on the pink comforter,
sipping Pastis and water,
head propped on her palms,
a tiny glowing sphinx reading poems
with Cleopatra lips.
I half listen,
knowing the words,
knees at her waist,
molding child-like cleavages with id,
tracing illusions
in firm, tan, sand of spine.
- Author: CRAIG ( Offline)
- Published: August 5th, 2022 04:28
- Category: Unclassified
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