Life Painting

She came like a thief in the night
seeking my possession.


Moving here, there
and, everywhere she moved
my eyes tried to follow
through her sensual dance
with snow.

Ripples from the pen
ride fluidic waves
across a vacant page
filling it with passion
from this heart on fire.

Memories of love beneath
a thousand moons recalled
in a dissonant interval
between the dark and light
of dreams where once, the
river cried
gifting me new liquid
with which to further paint
the canvas of my soul


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