The frame sits on my wall and inside its confides everything that makes her so
Corpus lined through
And arcahic words pepper this
Merging forms shape the canvass and swirls of colour disrupt it boundaries
like the effect of a pebble being tossed and jumping over the paper
like it was water
These colours animate my graying soul
And her brush strokes remind me of her touch
Light and provoking
skipping over my skin
and making eager hairs
stand to attention
as do
i
As i get lost in the picture
She is beautiful
and her works are merely a reflection of that.
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