My Artistic Goddess Lover

I made her a tripod in shop class
I learned to stretch and prepare the tiny canvas worlds
it was a small price to pay
For the worlds she . . .
the worlds she . . . creates

Silent in a silent place . . .
a place far above the worlds . . .
I swim streams of colors
she alone creates
Stand in awe as she caresses the tiny worlds
Not really creating
as much as revealing the textures within them
Coaxing the Art into Artifice

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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