Mahogany Canvas
Red wine flowing-
Pastry breakfasts.
You and I-
Something like a French painting
with colors rich,
your intent unwaning-
Strokes soft,
still motion coaxing.
Gone are moments left in wanting,
though, just beyond mahogany canvas
folklore creatures sulk,
haunting.
Pastry breakfasts.
You and I-
Something like a French painting
with colors rich,
your intent unwaning-
Strokes soft,
still motion coaxing.
Gone are moments left in wanting,
though, just beyond mahogany canvas
folklore creatures sulk,
haunting.
This Poems Story
A poem about living within the safety and excitement of a new relationship, all the while realizing that the real world still exists right outside its borders.
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