Feeling Mystical - Poem by Michelle Claus
When the paint brush tip kisses the canvas
all human anxiety dissolves.
We want this kiss.
We crave our lips touching the stars meltingly,
our nervous bodies elevated to ash.
We want this caress,
her moaning sigh beneath his broad-shouldered sky
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