Sunday Morning
By ONEANDLONELY
Opening my eyes
light makes them react.
Not alone with change.
Superficial feelings the canvas,
lay under the artisan's brush.
Vulnerability, melt desire into color.
Sweet scent rising
like baked sugar, open the file.
The closest distance between two points;
a straight line to my soul.
Closer than touch.
Familiarity in the overstuffed chair.
Seduction in every atom.
Begin,
"The ritual!"
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Copyright 2004 ONEANDLONELY
Comments on "Sunday Morning"
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On Saturday, October 29, 2005, Err0r
(365) wrote:
I especially love 'Vulnerability, melt desire into color.' You're so vivid with your writes. :) This one isn't an exception.
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On Saturday, September 4, 2004, Rebel_Angel
(321) wrote:
Very good
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On Wednesday, September 1, 2004, Zhee
(529) wrote:
i like the way you write.. this was wonderfully done...
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A former member wrote:
I like how you stimulate multiple senses in this work. Unique peice. Appreciated. +T.P.U+
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A former member wrote:
A poet's words are painted in blood. ~Shane~