*dye* · 08/04/2010

The star has wept rose-colour in the heart of your ears,
The infinite rolled white from your nape to the small of your back
The sea has broken russet at your vermilion nipples,
And Man bled black at your royal side.

  1. Beautiful

    Paul    14/04/2010    #
  2. Again and again, when a poem shows up in this wonderful diary, it is one of my favourite ones.
    Then I smile with my heart and I’m silently happy.

    Tanja    14/04/2010    #
  3. Words are tools. Tools to paint too… When I think in images I see and feel, and I finally don’t think. I like that.
    The images above are tender and overwhelmingly strong. They took my breath away.

    T    14/04/2010    #