Every Night I Have My Sweetheart Poem by Ravi Kopra

Music and art consume
Andrew Atroshenko's life
so do they mine including love

I can have her
for dollars nine hundred and twenty five
no, I will not. never

Every night I have my sweetheart
more beautiful than hers
not in dark clammy caves Atroshenko paints
but in the warm satin-bed she makes
puts love notes under my pillow
lights rose scented candles
dims the lights and lies down there
in her blue silky robe with ribbons
and waits for me, smiling.
She has been reading recently
Fifty shades of grey
will it be soft and slow, then crescendo
or sudden burst of sparks engulfing me in flames
I do not know.

- see the painting on the web: Andrew Atroshenko - Intimate Thoughts Gallery
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