having an Art Attack

Closing my eyes at the evening hour
expelling the din of a restless work day
Walling out warlords from my private castle

when thoughts of you invade

soft tickle of fingers
wit filled remark upon prose
warm breath upon breast
forest hair to get lost in
alluring wishes of hope
inviting hips of precision

and your invading oils
upon my minds canvas
drips deep into the soul

my private castle becomes
a gallery for two
.
the warlords, less clever than an artist,
are sent packing for another day

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Living Beauty