My Artisan Memory
Lacy nights with tender touches, oh, how I crave your embrace,
for I’ve never known something so beautiful as you, my sweet-
I use my charcoal to sketch your silhouette as the light dims your face,
for my parchment has thirsted for the curves of your waist.
Tracing each crescent of your soul entices my longing taste,
for since the first glance you swept me off my bare naked feet-
I use my pastels to add hues of pink to rosy cheeks, so chaste,
for my canvas is but a distant memory I never wish to erase.
October 19, 2016
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2016
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