Monday, October 31, 2011


Brushes stroked blank canvases
to a soundtrack of creativity
open hearts and open minds
conversations over wine
and quality time
with the man that was mad
cold bodies, heated each otha
like two sticks creating fyah
the hugs and spoons
drifted into slumber
awakened by the light
of the sun
Only to
end the night's bliss.

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