' Brush ' Poem by Howard Dalton

The Brush Found Beauty Of Mind
Giving To Fantasy In Curves Find
Allowing You Hope In Her Kind
Looking Constantly Lol No Sign
For She Is But A Figment Of Desire
She'll Carry You On Her Current Wire
But Man Of Your Imagined Thought
Lost Are The Real Your Smile Brought
I've seen The Creators Brush Create You Real
And From A Distance Wonder How It Would Feel
To Hold Your Hand And Your Smile To Steal
But I Close My Eyes To Fantasies Appeal
Shaking My Head Laughing Robust
Knowing You Are Real Feeling True Lust
But Knowing Lol You Drive A Bentley I A Bus
There Is No Dance No Song For Us

Howie Joe...04/12/2015...2: 41PM