Evening in the atelier

I draw your nudity
charcoal dust sails on my breath
softly over paper

we both shiver
close to time
when rooflight darkens

and you
you look so shadowy
over there

come here I'll let you paint
wet caresses
in my watercolours

your lips flutter like brushes
quenching my moans




Poetry by Loke
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Written on 2005-12-25 at 22:48

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An extraordinarily sensual text. Everything can be sensed almost physically here - the twilight, the slightly chilly air, "charcoal dust sails on my breath softly over paper" (just the sound of this phrase!...) the dancing brushing lips...
2005-12-28


Marie
Reminds me of The Titanic the movie when Jack draws Rose. Perhaps that is what inspired it? A beautiful write, which focuses in on just the right details to make it perfect
2005-12-26