Warm Current

A continuous passion
For the art of your sways –
When you dance with your eyes
I am there to obey.
Gentle lines
Moist lips
Handsome gestures
Dubious ventures.
Oil,
Canvas,
Glitter,
Trenches.
Do we have a week,
a day
or two?
Will we have a squeak
or squeal
Come true?
For the air floats around you
Like a seagull flies beyond those
Who haven’t turned their heads
To look at the skies above them.

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