The seduction of a feel,
Of a flower,
Of deep night.
When
I think of catching the spirit,
Of the
Night.
Over there
On the
Palm
Over the stairs.
If i could catch
That
Slump
Into a gaze.
Encryption
And
Put it in a
Vase…
Bottle…
Paper...
The thought of your touch,
Like a satin scarf,
In the warm sunlight.
Then
I long for that loving look,
To shine on me
In the Daylight.
Right here
In my arms
Wrapped like bark
Around a tree.
What words can say
How the flowing curves
Permeate from eyes
Into my soul?
This view
Will
Have to do
Wooden bowl...
Colored glass...
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Comments1
Here is a depiction of the sensual and erotic call of night and day with a sense of animism it takes human form. Very nice
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