| Canvas I was model to the loving Artist. You painted my body with petals of roses, creating a garden upon my skin. You spoke Monet with seeking hands as you laid down paths of velvet red and nestled among perfume. You kissed your way over topiaries and secret labyrinths, smoothing your artistry among folded flowers with a warm mouth Rossetti would envy. Then- you gazed upon your creation with heated eyes in hues of blue: and you said, you said, "Bellezza." Thunderstorm I feel the rain touch my face. You are with me, eyes full of need. There is a forest here and we stand, naked before God, silent Let the storm rage, you are with me. Your body the only temple I need. Soaked in rain and each other, let the lightning flash, you are with me. Electric as the air we lay, naked before God, moving. Let the thunder sing; your body my only holy hymnal. Warm your skin, cold the rain, the wind is screaming, I am screaming, you are with me, you are with me, naked before God. |
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| Dios, No quiero mucho, solamente una dia de amor quedar... para siempre. God, I don't want much, just a day of love to last... forever. Copyright 1996-2007 by Lenore Ambergis No quote or work may used without express permission from the Author. |
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