Cheval glace pivoting aside
to glimpse the caramel warmth
of creme texture in application

She -

tempting
seductive
refined

Never the faux fox
just a fem expression seeking her mot juste
that par excellence of drawing in
a repetition of petite tones
melting paints across a yielding canvas
luscious strokes deftly defined
in impressionist statement

My raison d'etre
she shudders
brush slightly ajar
mid breath sentenced

Between cool night cares and exhalations
of fiery fireflies as burnt upon embers shed
au naturel as she slides beneath her skin

je ne sais quoi
words that catch a drift of midnight dare
in twilights knowing hands
whilst heaven provides the palette

A twin captured moment by movement
arcing there swish
swirling here swoosh
a myriad of subtle complexions flowing
into a flurry of vocal zeal
liquid mana in myriad spectrum drying down
an outpour that embraces a state beyond

la petite mort ....

Fallen sudden through a gulf
a chasm of weightless fervour pooling out
creativity spent
serenity an aftermath of senses floating
lulling away to another time
another day
another portrait