From epiphany to tarnished soul,
streets of broken hearts,
sun goes down on a masterpiece,
leaving a cold memory of what used to be.
A Monet, a Renoir, a Picasso
lay strewn across the path of man.
Such brilliant creations of the soul,
memorable as your kiss,
tender brush strokes of the flesh,
a journey on a magical passion of love.
A Van Gogh, a Rembrandt, a Gauguin
floating atop black waters of broken dreams.
Sensual pallets of a midnight embrace,
painting colors vibrant,
of genuine spirited, erotic hues,
until the final artistic caress of glistening skin.
Timothy Michael DiVito c2020
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