Work of Art
~You let me into your intimacy
From a thousand miles away.
My eyes gripped the small of your back
And cried at the renaissance of your skin.~
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~You let me into your intimacy
From a thousand miles away.
My eyes gripped the small of your back
And cried at the renaissance of your skin.~
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Ray Miller
Tue 15th Sep 2020 09:51
I like the 3rd line. It just feels like the start of a poem, these 4 lines. I'd love to see the rest.