Pure poetry

by Christos Polydorou

Pure poetry
you wrote on my
skin as though I
were once a tree
and now your
paper. Pure colour
from your every brush
stroke, your every
interval. Pure love
is what comes back
to meet us from your
structures, to meet us
from your structures,
of pure magic. Pure poetry
you wrote on my
skin as though I
were once a tree
and now your
paper.

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