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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I painted your heart today anatomically correct and expectation abstract, on canvas skin of stretched soul, taut extreme, mixed media of memory, mania, love fire and ire, mixed disciplines of desire, devotion, death and divinity, Primed with a thick coating of blood cream passion, I used my thumb nails to outline It's pump of pride, I began with a pallette of poetry, Midnight Blue, Angel White, and Crimson Ink Sweat, shaping muscle walls with palms sliding through wet ache brining together youth and wisdom in hot pink, I lay your veins enroute to the truth of our pulse, they glow violet in vast want of virtue uncriticized, purple oxygen and new born orange unite into fresh flame dancing on a breath of forever, I bite a star into existence and it shimmers into a simmer of heated spit, I have brushed your heart into love incognito, fine hazel sable tip tickling contours that expand consciousness into renewed innocence, I can hear your laughter on the edge of my pallette knife, sighs that speak of heartbeat ecstacy, and moans that mention the end of Time, I trace our names with my barbarous tongue into the blood flow of our destiny, heart dripping dreams, spilling secrets into Future's wilderness, using my sorrow sharpened teeth and hands of tender iron, I rip this heart work in half savagely, and it bleeds unto the feet of my need for You, I frame the parts within gilded tears of tragedy, to reimind me of how love suffers, a torn canvas makes two paintings, that a heart in love cannot be two - J.A.B.
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