I kissed a Monet painting, Van Gogh too!
And Mona Lisa kissed the man behind the
brushstroke of lifePaint. And then that’s when
I saw her walk through the door —
of the outdoor of life, and I cried,
“Art, pop, and poetry!”

She pulled them all inside her heart.
And I was taken by her soul and lips.
And she walks like a portrait off some museum wall!

Built like life and mother Earth,
she came to me through the dream
of my waking life.

And she (oh!) walked and all life and reality
followed her through Life.  And her hair
and eyes said to me, “I was so busy doing
something and nothing for my own life dear.”

That’s when I walked through the LifeDoor
of the Outdoor of Life.
And I caught a butterfly and said, “I think I
love her.”

My woman is poetry, art, and life and lust,
and all God gave to me!

And I think…yeah, think, I could love her.
thunder talking, and lightning walks but
my baby loves me most!

IT’S the art of love.
And she has a strawberry kiss and raspberry lips.

:: 08-30-2014 ::

About EPRobles

Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

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