Seductress

Silk sinks in the skin
of my lady, my pearl
strokes and tinges of orange and purple
light up with the touch of her body

Woman of paintbrushes and paints
she spills her thick red on my face
when she turns back and moves her hair
from back to shoulder blades

Stones carve her shape
leaves fall on thorns in her path
Is this a trance my lady?
or are you abstract

 

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