- Erotic Poetry
- Van Gogh
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How you left in quiet solitude,
such thoughts of starry nights requiem.
To be tossed by a painters anger,
in colors of sanity lost.
Upon nights canvas love brushed recklessly,
for all to see.
Without rhyme or reason (as love does
portray) its scintillating beauty can just
as easily call of ill love and lovers past,
by anger in colors of sanity lost.
Such a starry night is not of tranquility,
its musical sound not all lovers can hear.
Made in painful sacrifice from one to the other,
not soul, not heart, not words spoken of.
Rather a piece of ones self,
a gentle offering of flesh and bone.
A remembrance,
given for lovers to come.
How you left in quiet solitude,
such thoughts of starry nights requiem.
fini
-Kessler
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