I have to admit, I was perusing Broken Wings page and saw what she had written for a contest about Michelangelo vs De Vinci. I was taken by the photos she posted, and inspired to write this ditty. Thank you for reading
David looking insecure
He stands there, cast in stone
At that Chantress Mona Lisa,
On the canvass all alone
He wishes he was like her
Formed by brush in ash and oil
Labored on with timeless sweat
And nights of endless toil
He sees the color of her hair
And dreams, it were his own
The richness of each brush stroke
Blended hues with softer tones
She sees him standing there
Silky white, white as bone
His muscles shapely tight
With a stare, as still as stone
His coldness, lack of color
Does not make Her turn in fear
But kindles a desire,
To have cool white marble near
She likes the man she sees
Young and strong, there's no denial
With one muscle under cut
It's no wonder that she smiles
shipwrecked delirious at 89 bunker street
there lives my cloudberry doll
singing the songs of the blue hour
there lives my chantress with wax wings
my dormant (tor)mentor of keyhole view
reanimér les mémoires d'automne
in cryptic silence of a ramshackle silo
too late! I noticed the pallor of peonies
now here come the sleepers of far-off borders
les visiteurs de minuit,
the soldiers of melancholy
obsessed with sacred orders
and the sleepers shall not be awaken
for their spirits are in a perfect rapture
along with the pain that maddens my brain
that's when the hunter becomes the capture
that's when their sight turns into sick
la gloire ignoré, les yeux fatidique
Inhaling The Sea
I found her walking the sandy shoreline.
N othing on , naked and she was so fine
H eaven must have dropped this angel down
A s I felt the sea wrap us in a soft gown.
L ove seared us together, never to ever part
I heard this vision whisper into my heart.
N ever my love , never send my love away
G iving in to the sweetest taste of her play.
T he sea sent aroma of its love flavor to me
H er smiles soon brought out this sweet plea.
E chantress please stay and marry this man
S he agreed if we both became loving sea fans.
E ach morn walking there to face the rising sun
A vow to walk very slowly, enjoy life, never run.
07/03/2014
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