Body of Work
My body is a swath of silk dropped into a vat of indigo dye
fibers drunk with a blue elixir drown me as designs imprint
my silken body flirts with the sun blowing in the afternoon sky
My body is a rough sheet of french drawing paper
hand made pastels chisel the bold architecture of her face
and forcefully darken the shadowy mysteries we can only sense
My body is a small pocket sketch book that makes promises
with each fine line mark lassoed from unknown regions
landing in my hand making me feel a sense of continuance
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Beautifully executed! I feel your metaphors — the colors, tastes, movements, textures. So much depth!
Thank you. I am so glad you could read this. I appreciate your comments so much.
What a cool concept!
Great work.
Especially love your final stanza.
That last stanza changed about five times since I first sketched this poem out last night. I feel good that you felt it worked—thank you so much for your comments!
I love these metaphors!