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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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Michelle Claus

Thursday, June 12, 2014

Topic(s) of this poem: spiritual

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Sandra Feldman 15 June 2014

I am left speechless like being like touched by lightening after reading Feeling Mystical Anxiety, kiss, caress have never been so piercingly felt or expressed. Today I've felt the power of the Spirit And of poetry like never before, This is a Poem, that all should read and adore

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Saadat Tahir 12 June 2014

richly colored... metaphorical and interesting sigh! would have to be a spiritualist to imbibe the message nice...liked

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