duality of art & reality

By , Denver, CO

i never understood 

the duality

of art and reality

until brown eyes on

vacant afternoons

became a

pastime

 

 

until worn leather was

a paradise lost;

sunlight searched skin

like adam deplored the

loss of

eve

 


upon her entrance

made from in him

taken from him

 


love divine divided;

two hands slip

til fingertips part

 


the absence of you

is the absence

of warmth

of sunlight

 


the absence of you

is the absence of me






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