Following the arcane gestures of your hands
That replicates and duplicates the movement
Of your swaying rolling hips against my pelvis
I stare long and hard into your glittering eyes
Focused on the middle distance chasing down
An ecstasy among the chimeras and paradoxes
The beauty of your distracted expression
Is a provocation, an exhalation of pure spirit
A command from above that I dare not refuse
For you alone can take me there to where I belong
Drenched with colour and drowning in sound
Overwhelmed by sensation and alive in love
Exquisite poetry Mr. Cake. Your choice of images for this is perfection as well.
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Thank you. I am a big fan of Cahun who was way way ahead of her time. I will take exquisite.
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It seems to suit this poetry very well. It’s stunningly beautiful.
The artwork is remarkable , particularly the subtly placed text, most intriguing.
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Cahun had a thing for hands I think. They frequently feature. The text is important I think, Cahun was very careful in her collages.
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This is lovely. Artfully expresses testimony of love
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I must be getting soft in my old age.
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It may be. But that’s not a bad thing. At any rate it’s quite the pendulum swing from the previous one!
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There are many angles to approach a subject don’t you think?
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You know I do. Are you suggesting there is a negative angle from which to read this? Hmm how curious
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No just that love and desire have many angles to it. Curious indeed.
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You tricky customer.
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Moi? Never.
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Very beautiful. You surely know how to draw a picture!
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Thank you I am glad you enjoyed.
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