I’m clothed in the darkest
Canvas of the night
But, feel as though
I am naked as Moonlight…
So come,
Paint on me,
On my silken celestial body…
Paint on me,
Words from a mystic’s heart-sleeve
A poetry of colored sunbeams
With rhythm and verses that flow passionately,
Lush tones that linger in the soul…
Its rich sound calls you out of control
Sensations of various vibrations and forms
Let the flavors settle into the core
Like the tenderness
Of “I love you” serenades…
Go on and captivate
The soft velvet desire
With no expectations…
I’m clothed in the darkest
Canvas of the night
But, feel as though
I am naked as Moonlight…
So come,
Paint on me,
On my silken celestial body…
Paint on me,
The colors of rainbows and seas,
The yellows and browns of leaves
As it sway off a Tree,
A musical expression of possibilities…
Where what they perceive
Is different from what is real,
Different from what is
And what is possible to imagine…
Like a digitally engineered dreams
Caught by the hands of destiny
With visions only You and I can see…
So come,
Paint on me,
On my silken celestial body…
Paint on me,
The undying divine love
With every breath of your heart…
O Love…
As lyrical and searching as ever – a poet’s soul that waxes richer every hour. Although I envy you your art, I think I also understand the pain you go through. That is the fate of every true artist, I suppose – and that you certainly are. A lovely poem. ’nuff said.
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Thanks Frederick, much appreciated!
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The calligraphy of my heart touches the softness of your bare skin…and makes you naked in the light of Eternity.
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Wow as in wow ♡♡♡♡
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wonderful word play!
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