an artist
'sheart, or
her art
displays her worn sleeve
fitted like love
wrapped in skin
such rapt attention
to life's detail
that
'sheart, felt
deep in the wine
imbibed blood drips
skin like tattooed paint
mural dreamscapes
wilderness escaped
into her living ballroom
such is her heart
'sheart, her
art is not art
but real in the real
movements of her eyes
slaving raw beauty
as elegant as autumn
corks the vineyard naked
pouring libations sculpting
vintage sips of sophistication
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