In this summer light, your face startles
Much like the sudden unveiling
Of Baroque Oil On Canvas
Your face becomes illuminated
Like an entire Universe
And I will study the threshold
Of your mouth, admiring its clear brightness
(Chiaro)...before moving up
To consider the invitation
Of your eyes, reclining into
Their obscure mellow darkness
(Oscuro)...and soon I will recall
The arrangement of light and shade.
That is you. Forever reliving
What you have revealed to me:
Your hunger is my pleasure, your words
My truth, your song, my delight, and you,
(Chiaroscuro)...
By: Evelyn Augusto
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 1:02 PM UTC
In this summer light, your face startles
Much like the sudden unveiling
Of Baroque Oil On Canvas
Your face becomes illuminated
Like an entire Universe
And I will study the threshold
Of your mouth, admiring its clear brightness
(Chiaro)...before moving up
To consider the invitation
Of your eyes, reclining into
Their obscure mellow darkness
(Oscuro)...and soon I will recall
The arrangement of light and shade.
That is you. Forever reliving
What you have revealed to me:
Your hunger is my pleasure, your words
My truth, your song, my delight, and you,
(Chiaroscuro)...
By: Evelyn Augusto
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