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Friday, 21 January 2011

Art form.

We lay together. Sweet symphonies arising.
She is my canvas. Poetry etched in her skin.
Words can't describe.
My hand the brush, images left behind.
Soft strokes, broad brushes.

I whisper in her ear. Sing her a ballad.
Play her a song.
Haiku. I left a note.

I need you.
Her words not mine.
I take her a picture. Flash.
I sign her an autograph. Number.
I leave with a kiss.

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