Inner love

A girl with a dark shadow mask, as painted with her fingers
lightly around her eyes
a haze of her painting ink
bare skin
wearing a perfume.
She has made it up,
rare,
with a formula she found out, as lost on all the notes left,
behind from this artist.
He was fallen for ancient scripts and formulas of nature,
seeking algorithm spells, masked in vessels, colors, shapes.
They wrap her up.
Both
In front of this encounter.
This man
Not to entice
It is not to be erotic,
poet, narcissus,
nature, origin,
inner play,
instinct,
of these two elements.
A scent ornament combined with dark material, as flowing
color breeze
out of her fingers.
Come out!
Express!
For no apparent reason sprung deep!
Need to create as written on some ritual.
Simple as chosen.
The only choice.
In case, suppressed, she would suffer
a frost,
a whisper of black color voice,
a burdened self.
Had to simply let them come out.
If she didn’t
they would take over.
One day,
they would drag her.
She would be distorted.