and proceeds to take possession of her audience
she is no child, but youth still clings to her
it does not want to let go, it embraces her like a lover
she is a woman, and she is
comfortable in her skin
confident in her gaze
secure in her knowledge
and she awakens things in you
doesn't she
Poem by: Rich Diltz (bodypainter & poet)
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Nobody has ever written me a poem before, I am so touched.
Thanks Rich!








the truth bows to the artists eyes
Yet many souls who viewed the same
Uphold the ones in loss for shame
Til all but boldened hearts remain.
Though substance and measure depart
Tread firm the path laid by your heart
So build creative routes to tread
A map laid out inside your head
And the moments caught skin deep
Reveal the thoughts that make us weep
Something I will definitely keep, and come back to.
She's very ravishing.
Doe's this mean that she's craving?
Because I don't want my lustful thoughts to be punishing?
I've seen her in my mind.
Her gorgeous looks made me blind.
The day that I almost died is when her spirit gazed at me.
Did or was her glowing bright eyes cured me or is it calamity.
The day that her spirit looked at me, I trimble towards her and than I fall.
Is my thoughts of her can turn my conduct from Saul to Paul?
Or is it the sign of triumph for diabolical?
My concept of her is that she can be my medcine.
But I have no intentions of seeing her as a sin.
Poem by:Christopher Garrett