Brush
The slow movement of a hand
detailing contours within a frame,
a still portrait in warm hues
into night's unhurried pace--
while the flicker on your lips
gathers all shades
that are untamed by this brush.
Contest 235--Brian Strand
Copyright © Jajosh Ongado | Year Posted 2016
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