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I saw the milky dew melt from my eyes,
I saw a vision of beauty emanating from within,
It was as soft as a white rose petal, and you induced a mellow feeling inside,
Like milk, I imagined it to be smooth on the lips, taste: the texture of chalk on the tongue, and so in the dream, I drowned.
You were mellow in blue, as soft as the morning light, and as vibrant as the orange-tinged cloud on the dawn horizon. I saw the blue veins through your translucent skin; it was suggestive of life — the strands of the tributaries spread across your skin.
You lay on crumpled white sheets; I admired the sheen of your skin. I was inhabiting a dream. Your face was hidden, Supine — your back languidly laid out on the unmade bed. Desire screamed; the erotic was calling, and an ice cube touched and shaped my heart.
You lay naked in the cold grey grass; I see the dirt on your bare feet and arms; as nature raw and undistilled, the two of you converse the metaphor made real, and so is the Surreal. The image invited me to marvel at the sensuality of the human form. Soft and moulded, you appeared androgynous in form. The alabaster contrasted against the grey background.
