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Make love to me

By ecologist

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

Make love to me with words caress my soul touch my body,like the artist in their smock fill me in colors vivid, brightbrush me over with a gray palettehide me within the murk of your soulpresent me in the light of dayplace me upon view, show my inarticulationmy lack of being in emotive lines, shadowsshow me...the man in the windowfaceless -- without a bodymasked by your colors blinded by your light. Written October 26th, 2001 © on Oct 26 2001 03:12 PM PST   0 • 8

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"Make love to me with words caress my soul touch my body,like the artist in their smock fill me in colors vivid, brightbrush me over with a gray palettehide me within the murk of your soulpresent me in the light of dayplace me upon view, show my inarticulationmy lack of being in emotive lines, shadowsshow me...the man in the windowfaceless -- without a bodymasked by your colors blinded by your light...."

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