life spills in red ink
penetrating soft skin
drawn on a page
death filled - in a tragedy
as if the artist is not
the finisher of the scene
I freely play behind
this dimly lit veil
as the author enters
our romance - unfolding
beauty conceived
in a never ending poem
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 3:10 PM UTC
life spills in red ink
penetrating soft skin
drawn on a page
death filled - in a tragedy
as if the artist is not
the finisher of the scene
I freely play behind
this dimly lit veil
as the author enters
our romance - unfolding
beauty conceived
in a never ending poem