An unknown memory haunts
Florescent eyes blank and blind a painter paints a pair of
lovers
I know not where
Half the pair is known to the lover painter
He curses her and screams to her
He is unaware of her smile
Her eyes
Her lips
Her hips
Her bosoms and butt to match
Curvaceous like an apple hour glass
Brown hair and green eyes he supposes
She is not true and is a cursed thing he adorns until truth
befalls him in a person of her nudity and him under cotton covering warmth and
the sweat trickles down their skin
Heat risen a cold winter night
This one is his and he is waiting
Across the globe spins a sings a song unwritten
By her hands many a song is sung untrue of fearless love but
it is not true
She wishes the company she keeps be right and well done it
is not
Yet false and wrong she knows unfit for ears this song plays
anyways and bleeds his eardrums back in his studio
Unfinished canvas hangs partially covered with color and
blank as it were he whispers at night
Pondering her and he
When would they meet and she does the same
A meeting for which they could not for see
It would come on a day when they forgot the date made in the
back of their minds
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