I wonder if angels
Under street lamp shade tones
glow with intensity like yours:
burnished gold and coal.
Did Michelangelo
bunch knuckles in your curls
While scratching David's from the stone?
But sharper chisels of hips and
finer rope collar-bone are yours,
solidified and (in this moment) my own.
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I love this! Its peaceful and romantic, but you imagery and references show a depth of love. Short and sweet.
Cheers!!
Tala



