Rough beauty

She’s the rough
but beautiful canvas
upon which I write
She’s the carbon in my pencil
She sparks my inspiration
Her frame; the body of my poetry
Her eyes, the punctuations
Her mouth, the ink to my pen
Her thoughts the infinite
meanings to my poetry
Her walk; the rhythm to my heart
Her skin tone; a mixture of prose
and poetry

to be continued

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