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this deserves another look, and although I am liking it as it is, I agree with some of the prior statements. That said, and spurred, by Demi's cover, I'll share my own take, as how it affects me...MY THOUGHTS ONLY !
Oh what gentle,
surreal study, is this?
this swollen orb, at its core
burgeoning,
coming to fruition,
observed,
beyond curved, edge,
a bevelled lense,
observed, discovered, prepped
and matted,
as delicately wrapped,
as fragile flesh,
blankets, anew,
swaddles, close and warm,
slow of motion, as black on white,
trapped in photographs,
rarely caught precious seconds,
preserved, unhatched, snatched,
as snapped,
unmatched
not left to pass, unnoted,
I wonder, at my take, on this
whether thin as misty innocence
or ripe as this thickening,
blossom,
the bloom enhanced,
by bounty,
accented beauty, ascends,
seen as perceived,
preserved?
fleet as thought, likely each
heart, as mind, focuses,
differently,
when the individual eye,
takes pause, reflectively,
each pose, provokes, as
every intimacy,
as near a rendering,
of the act itself, proof,
as the aftermath, of love,
less striking, perhaps, supposed,
sketched,
as an etching, or an image,
composed of charcoal
more palatable,
placed as ink to parchment,
or pulled apart in parts
stretched onto canvas
exactness, far more troubling,
more tangible and moving
as arms clinging to reality,
as to the fortune of dreams,
yet to be,
dreamed.
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