she is art 3

she is art,

and the sound

of her voice

resonates in my

mind, and even

though we haven't

met yet, she

is still, on

my mind, like

the ink on

my paper, the

words from my

pen, i believe

her name is

beauty, she is

my art from

within.

-e.

she is art 2

she is art,

and her beauty

is my canvas,

creatively painting pictures

with words as

she becomes my

brush as i

become her pen,

infused collectively selectively,

though there could

only be one,

like she is

my sunrise and

i am her

sunset, and together

we sit, under

the moonlight

under the stars,

at night.

-e.

she is art 1

she is art,

creatively and passionately

sustained within my

mind, strategically positioned

in that place,

a utopia, a

brave new world

for the dreamer

infused with angelou

and king, line

for line like

this poetic muse,

she is my

basquiat my banksy,

emitting tones of

beauty and hues

of hope, stranded,

like the images

of her soul,

so alluring, she

is art.

-e.