Picasso
Your scent lingers on my pillow,
like the confident stroke of the artist.
A work of art that
I embrace
with a passion
I can't remember
in my past.
I grasp it
with a voracious appetite.
I am hungry for your touch,
Desperate
for your love,
So cautiously given.
The music of the ages
rings in my ears.
I am drawn
along the rapids of my desire.
I am cast upon the rocks
of your beauty.
I crash madly
against the winter of my confusion.
I am chilled by uncertainty.
I long for your affection.
I don't need a river guide
to tell me that the scenery is magnificent,
or that the rapids are dangerous.
I am an adventurer.
I am unafraid of drowning
in the cool depths
of your ancient waters.
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