you are that empty chair
in a window of tomorrow
and i
a beautiful obligation
in a room of dreams
you invite my closed eyes
to childhood
womanhood
motherhood
and shielded in ivory
are the lies of life
the scent of lilies
surround
my essential hunger
that fed on satisfaction
reminiscent of
vanity's void
in old photographs
of you
and
a beautiful
obligation


Sighhh...This poem merely serves to further illustrate precisely why you're one of my favorite artistes. Not just a writer, not just a painter, not just a guitar player, et al. ~ but in everything you do, there is art, there is beauty, there is a sharing of your many gifts...which, in my humble opinion, is just as it should be...That's another reason why you're one of my mostest favorite humans ever, too.




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