The Painting I Have Kissed

In your blank smile
I paint by meaningless pigments
unto this parched canvas
The quintessence

.....Of love.....

.....Of lust.....

.....Of deception.....

.....Of trust.....

And when my voluptous easel moves
With graceful force of a lava rush
A volley of colored bullets fired
From cossacks' blunderbuss
Fall down wasted on the wounded ground

.........So i..........
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....*blurghk*....

................
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.....Cough the bloody mary I drank to.....
...Use as my impromptu color red...



...So please shut up...
Dont argue with my drunken reasoning
Never is a poet done immortalizing
Neither will the work be less burdening



And yet in this moment of a Herculean task

.....I broke down.....

....Forgive me....









....I stole a moment from your lips....