Art; your body, your heart.A Poem by Candylove.<333333333333333333333Your body is a guitar, the bass, the DRUMS. Your arms go for miles along your torso, a width created by myth, or the Gods. You're a structure built by ancient Romans. You're a mystery I've yet to explore. I'm seeing the stretch of your shoulders, the way they look in the shadow of the night, i could draw you, you're so beautiful. I'm no artist, but the lines you've got have me tangled in their endearing composition. Music plays. I can't get you off of my brain. I need your body to survive tonight. A perfect symmetry ranges from your cheek bones, to your hazy green eyes. The curvature of your spine leaves me at ease, you can't bend, and you don't break so easily. The anatomy of you is breathtaking. I'm wandering through the depths of your framework; a wanderlust. Your body is graced by skin that is liquid and pristine. I want to see you in all your entirety. Your eloquent fingers, connected to such lovely hands. Strings of tactile perfection. Through your faultless chest, and the elegance of your clavicle, lies the most remarkable piece of art of I've seen: Your heart. © 2010 Candylove.Author's Note
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