Naked, she awaits the anticipated stroke,
breathing in the tainted wine of expectation.
The vigor of the brush washes its paleness,
cleaning her from its dirty past,
while below, the stained sea of joy
is the sole reminder of their deed.
***
Naked, she awaits the anticipated stroke,
breathing in the tainted wine of expectation.
The vigor of the brush washes its paleness,
cleaning her from its dirty past,
while below, the stained sea of joy
is the sole reminder of their deed.
***
I'm a writer born in Argentina, but currently living in Poland. I work as an English and French teacher, translator and copywriter.