Seduction
Dear Mr. Ink
Why don't you move
in with me?
And show me the new
words I yet have to
see?
Let's uncover the
deep hidden meanings
together
and roll around on
the sheets of my
imagination's gloomy
weather.
I can't promise you
faithfulness,
but neither can you.
But if all the
rumours I've heard
are true,
that an artist
should be
melancholic and
blue,
and quite depressed
and emotional too.
Then perhaps we
could consider a
temporary ; I do?
© Gry W Christensen
Copyright © Gry Christensen | Year Posted 2014
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