Tuesday, June 4, 2019

Nina S. Padolf writes

Naked Canvas

Loose skin swims about tight firm thighs
merges into reconstructed blended earth.

Our shadows dance around flames—
we laugh at our imperfection,
it takes patience to fit pieces together.

We sip days like sensuous wine
ripened burgundy swirls,
circles perfumed by time.

Between heartbeats, we gallop
with sunset into festivals
of lapis and tangerines.

Honeymooned painters—
our bodies canvases,
ready for brushes.
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