Surreal
alabaster
personification
of life
with a tiny drop of blood.
structure and form
intensely blue eyes
and
skies
below,
freefalling as a sacrament
with angels on the wing..
my palette
full of love for you
in a Freudian dream.
surreal,
I feel ,
alone again
and always will,
for I must kill
the pain of loving two.
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
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