You colour the canvas
(with charcoal) -
expectantly waiting
to hear the ghosts of my syllables
thud against your black.
But I am more
than pixels and words ...
And though you're late,
(fashionably)
you realize it
all
too
well;
"when you look
for a potential kiss
beneath my sheets
of paper artwork"
You end up,
making love
to the echoes of my breath.


you are such a talented poet - I really enjoy reading your works, and this would be one of my favorites... the way you use metaphor is masterful to say the least - and as always your presentation suits the poem perfectly... leaves me speechless (kind of 

Thank you for entering. Best of luck to you!





English isn't my maternal and yah...

LISA

















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