The Painter
The Painter
If I were a painter tested tried and true.
The only thing I'd ever paint were my visions of you.
Behind you lies a sunset. And buried deep into your eyes.
Only I would know the secret where I hid the new sunrise.
Candles burning soft and low touching your soft skin.
That flicker in the night time air, every now and then.
Covered by an evening gown as you lay there at rest.
Moonlight like a long lost friend lights the cleavage of your breast.
Fingertips laying soft and still painted like your eyes.
Somehow still their beckoning as they lay against your thighs.
A gentle breeze you almost see to let you know it's there.
Brush the painted flower I place in your hair.
Yes if I were a painter tested tried and true.
The only thing I'd ever paint are my visions of you.
Edwin C Hofert
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