Into The Summer

Her hands are painting bodies of water
Curtains hanging, daylight fading
Fingers bleeding red and blue,

Colors framing contours of the Night
Shaping into plasmic fires burning soft as a caress
Dissolving into a clutch of shadows,

Her eyes are clear as a tear
Falling over a liquid edge
Ragged, smooth sighs,

Escape the cold of prison thoughts
Bars blending into the summer
Canvas comes to life,

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Written on 2022-02-05 at 00:11

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I liked the way you use language -'hands are painted bodies of water', and the final stanza intrigued me; are we seeing an actual canvas?

Hans Bump
I really liked the first and last stanzas. They set the scene/mood and wrapped it together with striking language. Impressed me as being sensual, pensive, and artistic. Nice submission.