Art Affair
you rest alight on my mind’s brimyour breath alive in substance dimtilted head and brilliant eyesstretched deep within my spirit’s skiessuch soft hair that folds and curvesfrom head to toe your posture swervesas does my grace, as does my gazewith colours of the spring bouquets I could have you any way I like you, dearbut you’re gorgeous just as you appearand all of me would soon agreethat you’re the very best of methe more we talk the more I learnas more I see more my eyes burnthat smile has lost its lovely kindthe time I spent I did not mindbut now I see how much has passedand it’s a shame we couldn’t lastsee, you were almost perfect loveand perfection’s what my will’s born ofI whisper farewells in your earand wipe you from the canvas clearI watch your disappearing blushthat once laid carefully on my brushI’ll recreate you soon, you’ll seethat you’re the very best of meGBE Written July 14th, 2001 © on Nov 02 2001 08:03 AM PST 10 • 0 • 8
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"you rest alight on my mind’s brimyour breath alive in substance dimtilted head and brilliant eyesstretched deep within my spirit’s skiessuch soft hair that folds and curvesfrom head to toe your posture swervesas does my grace, as does my gazewith colours of the spring bouquets I could have you any way I like you, dearbut you’re gorgeous just as you appearand all of me would soon agreethat you’re the very best of methe more we talk the more I learnas more I see more my eyes burnthat smile has lost its lovely kindthe time I spent I did not mindbut now I see how much has passedand it’s a shame we couldn’t lastsee, you were almost perfect loveand perfection’s what my will’s born ofI whisper farewells in your earand wipe you from the canvas clearI watch your disappearing blushthat once laid carefully on my brushI’ll recreate you soon, you’ll seethat you’re the very best of meGBE..."