Latent Heat


 

Latent Heat

 

 

Does she know the picture she paints

Through a tango of curves

Precursors of want without restraint

 

The lines of artists have adorned time with such

In praise of this illusive capture

And Da Vinci has mourned the brittle brush

 

Can she know the pining pang she caused

In his every touch

To know how diligent they could tell her more

 

As if he tried to speak through glass

And know the weave of silk

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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