Add colours to your palette,
Greens and cobalt blue,
Yellows sourced from saffron,
Pigments of purple hue.
Dabble with the rainbow layered,
Brush upon the silk,
Breathe life into my picture,
Create me from paint spilt
Upon my skin, a tattoo’d blush,
Effusing limb to limb,
Your mark diffused in attic’d light,
Parisian in sin.
Spread, apply, with fingers deft,
Decree a new form born,
Unequalled art in tone and touch,
Picasso’d by lovelorn
Revisited each time to free
The picture held within,
Blend the magic twixt we two,
Masterpiece therein.
Unencumbered chaise and rug,
A naked revelation,
Smudged together, canvassed flesh,
Signed, ‘Love/Lust’, artist’s temptation.
Artistic in so many ways darling. Loved 💙
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Thanks, Jen. Trying to shake my head free of politics with a bit of fluff. 🙂 x
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Paris is certainly the place for it
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I have an attic here, ooh, la, la. 😉 There are weans in it right enough!
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I love your play on words here…awesome poem…nice and yummy in many places too:) I am challenging you to write 10 lines (4 words per line) with love in each line. https://cheryllynnroberts.wordpress.com/2015/03/28/love-in-ten-lines-free-verse-haiku/
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Thanks, Cheryl Lynn. I’ll see what I can do on the love poem.:)
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