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    You make love an art

You make love an art
brushing against me
with a youthful grace
eyes downcast
painted Rembrandt cheeks
sullen glazed ochre
flushed
as the hand to hand
touch
discovers
embers
secretly held
ashen free
smoldering
awakened
dusted
polished
the hearts
true
colors
warm in the glory
of your notice
in me
quiet
in the early morning
whispering
moans
as
every
desire
mirrors
a delicious
smile


~kyotebyte~2001