Love: For Sale

Honestly there’s nothing kept within

Window is the everything I own

Looking deep will not bear hidden fruit

Everything already has been shown

Wanting more the disappointed eye

Meeting then so subtle comes the drop

Two dimension not a fuller form

Every start is grinding to a stop

Superficial man I feel so plain

Flight was grounded yet I see you soar

Hero was another one than I

Less you didn’t want and he was more

Shop but no one ever comes to buy

Window stacked with offers cheap and high

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The Art

When beauty walked into the room I drew
My breath and wondered had he asked for me
As if my language I forgot I knew
I stood before him struck so silently
An artist with my canvasses of lust
So huge in public gallery not hung
But beauty isn’t something art should trust
For surface isn’t where our work is done
Undress the beauty show what lies beneath
And let me draw your breath into my soul
The canvas of your heart has sparked belief
A brush of lips and I have lost control
I stripped my love and now I have to find
The art to capture beauty in the mind