The Artist
Do you remember our first kiss?
It`s captured eternally, on the canvas of my heart.
The oil of our pinnacle painted by Times' lasting brush.
Relived everyday, I refuse to let the moment dry.
Depicted, is day idly laying back as
night mischievously races forward.
The enchanting hour, sunset, vivid colours.
Picturesque.
In the moment itself:
the rhythm of life slows
magic sways in the air
thud..thud..thud
moans the impatient guardian of my chest.
The itch of my desire anticipating
the soothing massage.
The agonizing wait, your infuriating deliberation.
Remember?
The stars appeared. Murmured. And were ignored.
Tongues tangoed. Oblivious to time.
Uncharted territory finally discovered.
Finally claimed.
Can you picture it? Our living masterpiece.
Copyright © Yvette Lisa Ndlovu | Year Posted 2012
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