Enraptured Reality

Phantasm. Bewilderment. Clairvoyance.

Art and Poetry



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Our lips met without any word,
A fire that warmed the cold room
Signaled the flame we were holding back;

Eye to eye,
He held me tight
His breath on my skin –
Oh, how I loved his scent.

His mouth drew circles
Exploring every inch of me
Turning me into a portrait
A painting he’s working on
Turning my body into a masterpiece;

And there I lost myself
All my heart
All my soul
And nothing else ever mattered;

“I love you,”
He whispered,
And that was the first truth I’ve ever heard for years.

He said I was his art,
So I turned him into my poetry.

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Author: Clau

A music junkie obsessed with coffee, books, and writing erratic oeuvres

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