The Painting
The Painting
Fusion canvassing chromosome strokes from passion’s palette of rapturous hues, unbidden form shaping, the mind’s eye soaked, wending its way through silvers and blues; Glistering traces mizzling from the sky evanescent as fireworks on the 4th of July feminine contour seductively set languishing limerence in festooned silhouette Born into life with a splashing of glaze, An ectoplasm of love all ablaze Signed and delivered, newborn, to fate a star shooting heavenward named celebrate. Praise and ebullience filling half to a whole, the twin of her nature and mate of her soul for a promise of fortune and illusion of fame separated and orphaned by iniquitous domain Cuffed with a price tag, draped in a store shuffled thru town like a pimp shops a whore. exuding estrangement, while no takers found a passing occurred in the absence of sound; Hung on the din of some wall until death into the dearth escaped her last breath Taken down like Christ from the cross doubtless considered not even a loss rushed to the place of her bereaving mate loveless and lifeless, arriving too late cremated in flames on a decaying heap Rest in peace, celebrate,love’s legacy shall keep.
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