I struggle and fight,
To paper the light,
That crests under muscle and bone.
So caught is the skin,
The lux, and the thin,
That rides under shadow and tone.
The charcoal I savor,
And touch what I gave her,
This presence, this memory mine.
So journaled her beauty,
With deepening duty,
My happiness-
her infinite line.
Oct 30, 2010
Oct 30, 2010 at 4:02 PM UTC
I struggle and fight,
To paper the light,
That crests under muscle and bone.
So caught is the skin,
The lux, and the thin,
That rides under shadow and tone.
The charcoal I savor,
And touch what I gave her,
This presence, this memory mine.
So journaled her beauty,
With deepening duty,
My happiness-
her infinite line.
twenty minute
increments
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