Lines blur,
amazing to me
how paint catches light
at night when hues have
gone to sleep and
can no longer blend.
I love you more than
I ever did intend.
I only want your hand
on the 
halo 
of 
my 
skin,
Your eyes,
twilight born
like a newborn
flirt, my skirt
lifted only high
enough for you 
to come
in.
			
									
									
						amazing painting
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- Doreen Peri
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When you hit your perfect painting, I hope this is the type of adjective used to describe it: "Your eyes, twilight born like a newborn flirt, ..."  I hope that's the type of adjective because one word doesn't strike me as enough to speak wonder-perfection...and a phrase as masterful as that from your poetry only does enough as to point on the idea of: "what other amazement awaits a bit on from this and now?"
			
									
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