Shawn L. Bird

Original poetry, commentary, and fiction. All copyrights reserved.

poem-curled October 30, 2015

You are landscape:

hills curled around valleys,

shoulder arced over head

thighs a rounded panorama.

You are pushed up against darkness,

it puddles beneath your breasts,

but waken, beauty.

Light lingers  on your glistening skin;

dawn caresses your body,

an invitation to fall in love with day.

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I’m admiring the art on my wall again.  This poem is written about this drawing: https://shawnbird.com/2015/02/21/poem-the-light-returns/  How thankful I am for Elaine’s skills.  The artist in me greets the artist in thee! Namaste.

 

 
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