His Psychedelic Dream
His psychedelic dream,
Her open canvas.
Passion exploding in colour.
Striving for beauty,
Throwing colour into empty air.
Each stroke on pale unsullied skin,
A masterpiece.
Vivid colours, bleeding souls
No romance, not making love but
Making art.
Pure raw emotion,
Giving each other everything.
Exposing their flaws.
For it is colour that is dangerous,
Provocative,
Creating a mural which can
Never be forgotten.
Copyright © Autumn Matthews | Year Posted 2015
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