The ingenue

Unique work of imagination in pastels on watercolor paper
poem attached if desired


Words of love me
Velvet dresses draped over my bare skin, All the secrets slip their silk
What they long chills creep.

Words of love for the nights pale, small names that make us smile, my cat, my heart or my star
muslin to my sighs.

Words of love embroidering my life
one lace love, your voice will make me prettier
Your words of love tying my braids.

Words of love to the crumpled sheets
When the dew clouded the flower? In
hollow dreams they will build a nest
soft bed of the heart.
Dress me words of love.

Poem and blood of Anita. Dated and signed.