A color pot.......

 
My paint brush dips deep
in the warm color pot
of your endless desire;
and spread to every corner;
the ink of obsession
flows for me tonight
so I may show you how.
It feels to be so truly needed
by an keen lover.
I hunger to write verse of a lover's power
upon the  shining  of your skin;
Secret words that only
you can comprehend
till my brush runs dry
and I return to dip again
in the  ink made by nature
for the calligraphy of desire
Life has become a color pot !
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BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

williamsji@yahoo.com