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Tale of the portrait
I wander around
this wicked frame
where you laid
beggin' my mouth
to carve tracks in
your flesh lands,
my piano fingers
turn your side
slowly into
a portrait
because you
didn't know
how it felt
to be gazed,
to be held, to
have an eye
lock down
on you
like Klimt's
kiss hanging
high on walls
around the
world.
Published 3rd May 2025
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4th May 2025 00:35am
Yesterday 7:24am
Like the way you bring a classic painting into this poem. The verses preceding the last could be the words of the artist or their partner if the artist was portraying himself with one of his amours.
Yesterday 1:59pm
Hoi hoi
Romantic, longing, what a way to bring your ideas forward.
Like it a lot!
Thank you!
Kind regards, Gus
Romantic, longing, what a way to bring your ideas forward.
Like it a lot!
Thank you!
Kind regards, Gus
