Her


She is art
In a form I wish to partake
Tracing the line from her lips
Down to her hips
Down her legs and back up to her eyes
My hands undo her up-put hair
And my fingers run through
Like a meadow of silk and velvet strands in the spring
Effortlessly; like fresh fallen leaves
Her hair; like nature itself
Free flowing and elegant

Two suns
Shine brightly through two frames
Windows to a galaxy
whose stars and planets align eternally
eclipsing any trouble my way
Dusk
Then Dawn
Speechless as I stare at the stars
I fear not to be blind
For I have been blind
I see clearer than ever
Colors of a spectrum all her own

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