HE..
wanted a sweet reek
of honey bee
succulent, yellow, bright in those insane nights
lost in that viscous, thick liquid
he delight yourself…alone
sniffing, deeply, licking softly
prolonging his painful heartbeat
so attractive and suddenly changing the color
crimson…crimson…
mixed with a sense of inbred hate, frustration
addicted in a shell, stuck in a cage…..
but sweet at the end….
SHE
smelling as limonade
green, liquid, transparent
acid…
water….water
diving in dreams, in poetry and love
wrapped in ink, canvas, brushes
being alchemist trying to reach
the perfect damp ….the moist
the end
what that mix can be?
Poetheart! 
Powerful writing and a beautiful choice of painting to go with it,
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Oh Thanks Poet… yes is Monet…. Just ti inspire me…. Thanks for you comments always welcome… 🙂
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Beautiful… and telling… to my senses… delightful in my recognition of the mix
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🙂 🙂 Thanks my Poet….
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