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She lingers in paint brushes. Her body, her scent haunts dreams. Her laughter lilts in air. Her bones bleach beneath his willow tree. (134; 24)

 

her sweet face

forever haunting

curve of back

reclining

beckoning his caresses

in their lover’s bed (94; 16)

 

her body his blank canvas

muse for his

art (40; 9)

© Lorraine

A twittering tale, and influenced by NatPoWriMo, a shadorma, and a tilus for Kat’s Twittering Tales #27. (image: pixabay)

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