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Brush Strokes
my brush strokes.....
...….just a bit coarse, with a rustic patina
and yours....
…..fine, soft bristles
easily intertwining, with a gentle touch
playfully jouseling for control
black and blue,
green au rouge
touching and mixing
creating a gentle friction
ochre.....color splashes
manipulating light
until a combustible spark
begins a-burning bright
ethereal phosphor flares
distorting our image against
a nebula, far behind the darknes
of a moonlit sky
it's descent , dying
like a pulsar......ancient and fading away
…...and the wishing well,
starting to run dry in lieu
of the flames that burn
between me and you
in thoughts and deed
as the tips of bristles
brush against the allure
of sensual arousal....all but a memory now
easily intertwining awakening the lust in each others eros souls
touching,
communicating
breaking
with but a "stroke of a brush"
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