Catch me slipping in a Chiaroscuro Caravaggio paints
A light in the dark of you--in depth in form as it feints
Strong contrast, emotional intensity, faces in the black,
Emerge in me at night truth in shadows pleasure rack,
One makes the other visible, on the other side of hope,
Pale skin on caramel waves that twist us inside a rope,
Blurring round the edges, differences, gradients inside
Tight unwary voices merged your sides to sides abide,
In the grounded forms shapes that color us in disarray
A white in the black of you, churning us inside a gray,
I finally see contours in your light wrap & hold rebirth
Transcendental dimensions smooth a soft shy a worth,
Lay aside as the wind blows, our colors splash & pour,
Touch inside our opposite, kiss the dawn in us Amore.
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 8:22 AM UTC
Catch me slipping in a Chiaroscuro Caravaggio paints
A light in the dark of you--in depth in form as it feints
Strong contrast, emotional intensity, faces in the black,
Emerge in me at night truth in shadows pleasure rack,
One makes the other visible, on the other side of hope,
Pale skin on caramel waves that twist us inside a rope,
Blurring round the edges, differences, gradients inside
Tight unwary voices merged your sides to sides abide,
In the grounded forms shapes that color us in disarray
A white in the black of you, churning us inside a gray,
I finally see contours in your light wrap & hold rebirth
Transcendental dimensions smooth a soft shy a worth,
Lay aside as the wind blows, our colors splash & pour,
Touch inside our opposite, kiss the dawn in us Amore.
Life is all about those chiaroscuro moments that shove us in the dark, one way is half-way to me, the other lingers in a picnic park, so we walk on the edge, never sure which side to side is right, until we feel a tingle mingle in us, each to each apart just right ,in a dark that whites.
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