Dawn peers beyond my fingertips
gently I caress your form
on your contours I ply paint
creating a masterpiece
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Breaking over the horizon
you take my breath away
sudden rays of merging color
I hold on to purple
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Awakened by the light
you turn to grasp me
sleepy green- eyed smile
finger -painting the landscape of a new day
The prompt over at Verse First at Poet’s United is: The Body Becomes the Landscape. Looking at the photographic mastery of Carl Warner it is easy to believe. I’m taking the contours of an early dawn landscape that could easily be a human form as my inspiration for this poem.