Rêverie

O! Dream marry me.


The penumbra extends to the walls of the room, she takes possession of the angle turns black and falls asleep.
The blood of the fire that remains amber, I am sleeping with closed eyes and fantasy your body.

O! Dream marry me and slides on your slow
thirsty skin on my languid forms.
Serpente, wraps me bewitching fragrance
Breath of unreason, as many follies

A veil is torn in the heavenly scrolls.
Revealing your profile, your gaze that bares, I see you approaching, I remain without gestures
The purple heart and trembling enjoying this interlude.

Vague in turmoil, the silence breaks up
tide sighs and thought in itself.
shakes cushions and crumpled lace
untamed princess who found his king.

When dawn comes through the curtains. Clear
illusion, light decor, In my dreams flew in the face in the morning again
are only hoping to doze again. Anita

poem and offered a joint work if desired
Unique work of imagination in pastels on Canson paper.
Protected by an acrylic varnish, like all my drawings


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