Sifting through the PaletteA Poem by jacob erin-cilberto
she's
an artist, but not the painting
kind or the writing kind or the dancing kind more the manipulator with treachery as her
water colors my blood as her ink and another partner to help her will me away
from her canvas when it's sunset the colors want to run but she can't and i am stuck posing
for her with my nude heart shivering from her cold
brush. erin-cilberto 4/28/18 © 2018 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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Added on April 29, 2018Last Updated on April 29, 2018 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..Writing
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