Botticelli Poems - Poems about Botticelli

lost words are wolves hunting heat from the herd, raw desire one day less alone American prom night youth-swept hair moussed down in place cigarettes light, poof there goes Mary's lamb water pail swings from her jaw blind to the boil ahead it begins like a bath soft as the sun's seduction quiet as a rack back window fogs up fingers paint shapes on...

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A lover of female form,one, Sandro Botticelli so Roman goddesses we often do see Painting so decorative,but,never rude though he did like females standing, nude...

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Sandro Mastering his skill of painting, diligent to detail, color, and Frescos (Sistine Chapel) Born in Florence, Italy, apprenticed as a goldsmith, then later with a master painter By 1472, he had his own workshop where he created most of his works Painting his Early Renaissance and Gothic Realism art plus doing church Frescos He feared marriage saying it...

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Your image appears through a purple-hued haze of silence… weaving its whispered dreamy spell, while you re-connect the strings of my sleeping heart You go about undressing my soul as I watch your image drift in my celibate reality I hear the melody play it lonely tune ~ but, it is absent of the warmth of touch For...

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"Suddenly you remember an old Chinese tale in which cats once ran the world until they decided it was too much bother. That's when you stepped in, another story. Say you get up now and go back to work" ...

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