Art Is Ecstasy

art is ecstasy
you dont need a brush
it is sophistication
like drinking breast milk
from the nipple
callused fingers of
the nostalgic guitar
burning  feet of 
a tireless lover
you dont have to think
just be and express
lines are in colores
colores form lines
art is outpouring 
of love from a being
possesd with love
it is an emotion
a passion
an ecstasy
i have
experienced
here

11.06 am
july 20
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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