Blinking my eyes
Sheer disbelief writ large
Realization in a place within
And only a smile to show for it all.
Clean words cutting loose
No doubt it won't be the same
Sarcasm's on leave for now
Even though London's just a few miles away.
The distance is a joke
The harmony for me to keep.
A blown-up picture; testimony
And kohl-lined eyes, a morning treat.
Raining on the shutters
Warm fuzzies guarding me.
Plenty of cornflower blue
Overriding bold colours and brush strokes
Tenderly taking Van Gogh's bellissimo.
With finesse, I raise a leg
A temptress from a child
Bare skin inviting touch
Pink invading my eyes.
Candy floss on his fingers
Lightly wound into his mouth
A tongue caressing the leftover me
And finally darkness falls upon us....
Words are the mirror of every soul. Even if we choose not to bare ourselves to everyone, our words are not so gracious. They share every emotion as intended, whether or not we like it. Here are some of my words... A small part of my soul..
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