I found you hiding in your painting
I distinctly remember saying
that you reminded me of Monet
Beautiful without trying
Elegant Simplicity
You said I was like Seurat
Up close a jumble of emotions and thoughts
that seemed to contrast, but then all made
sense when you took me in as a whole
That night, we drank our fill
we danced under the fresco moonlight
Our colors bled together as our lines,
boundaries, and vision blurred
Perfect Chaos. Dali would have approved.
But..your lips. Those perfect lips
dripping
in crimson red oil
contrasting pastel skin
remained crisp and vivid in my memories
They left their mark on my canvas
A smile beckoning, drawing me
That night, so long ago...
We painted a masterpiece
Sep 6, 2012
Sep 6, 2012 at 10:55 PM UTC
I found you hiding in your painting
I distinctly remember saying
that you reminded me of Monet
Beautiful without trying
Elegant Simplicity
You said I was like Seurat
Up close a jumble of emotions and thoughts
that seemed to contrast, but then all made
sense when you took me in as a whole
That night, we drank our fill
we danced under the fresco moonlight
Our colors bled together as our lines,
boundaries, and vision blurred
Perfect Chaos. Dali would have approved.
But..your lips. Those perfect lips
dripping
in crimson red oil
contrasting pastel skin
remained crisp and vivid in my memories
They left their mark on my canvas
A smile beckoning, drawing me
That night, so long ago...
We painted a masterpiece
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