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The Sketch
Steve

THE SKETCH

Lilacs screaming in a dusty gale

I am dreaming of love for sale

Blissful desperation in a brutish dawn

Disastrous admirations of the lines you've drawn

Subtle curves and lustful shades

Flowing beauty that heaven made

Softened skin transferred to page

Your eyes play drama on a paper stage

Ever changing with each pencil stroke

My will to resist blown away like smoke

A wanton creation in a recurring dream

My decreasing silence pulled apart at the seams

How powerful does the artist create

My intense desire you cannot sedate

A timeless treasure, this work of art

Your image is sketched into my heart

 

 

03/24/1998



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