The Canvas
A blustery breeze blows through the half-opened window
of this secluded second story loft
sun rays pulse upon the silken fibers of your hairs
as my once dried out paint brush comes to life
The blank canvas sprouts wings
as your spirit dances in shades of
soft browns, vibrant yellows and seas of blues
capturing the essence, grace and beauty of you
curves so smooth and sensual
eyes inviting and intoxicating
cheeks a rich rosy red
little smile calling me home to
share in the solemn secrets of your bed.
Your emotions are evoked in each stroke I take
Your dreams and desires asleep, dare not I wake
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2015
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