- Erotic Poetry
- Canvas
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Click hereYour body is my canvas
and my fingers
are the bristles of the brush
the places I’ve touched you
changing color
in gentle strokes and swirls
I long to step back
and hold you in the light
examining every detail
searching
for the tiniest spot
my paintings may have missed
and failing to find
a place without hue
to lay you down
lick you clean with turpentine tongue
and begin anew.
- COMMENTS
McKennaalmost 19 years agoI was especially fond of the alliteration in this one. "Bristles/brush; strokes/swirls; failing/find; turpentine/tongue." I like poems that play subtle games with the lips and tongue. Nicely done. The imagery the peom creates is clear and the tone is very evocative of wistfulness tempered by distance.
