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.
Friday, 21 January 2011
Art form.
Posted by Jimmy Follows at 16:46
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