poet Mark Gannon

Mark Gannon

Love Through Oils

Colors, meshed and smirred in form,
only as free as one's mind.
Closing her eyes is a world unknown,
but rarely ever unkind.

Regardless of the skies,
blue, pink, red, grey.
a time to come into her mind
to see just what she thinks about as she lays.

As flowingly as oils,
and as free as a brush
alone to ones self-affection,
she keeps alot into herself
with a great hush.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 30, 2007
Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 27, 2011

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  • Flavia Kuchenny (1/25/2008 10:48:00 PM)

    dont be a stranger my darling. please.

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