Brushstroke
You make me
anticipate pleasure;
while you glide
across the floor.
I observe your
elegant contours,
your elbows,
and more…
Your pale eyelids,
marked eyelashes
like a skilful ink stroke.
You glance in my direction-
I return a smile.
Copyright © David Byrne | Year Posted 2011
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