COLORICs /A TAPESTRY READ...

(~~~~A poem~~~~) I start by losing sleep..times grabs a hold of leisure ways 2 culture..he bleeds lines with raw footage..the art crafty repertoire of hanging me out to dry type spectacle..where the body melts..drowns it's cohabitants..send a message of radiance..where the sandcastle plays swift movement..rides the soil and drips of fine outlines..movement meets tapestry..the roads in Egypt..where fire storms blistering heat of exposure..where passion over endures your heart's beating..compels a figure be the image..where brushes captivates..strokes you from under.. allows the wait to draw symbolically inside..travels through spaces left empty..control the inner spectrum of candy..sweet chocolate..where the m&m mixtures leaps through your lovers liquor..places stronghold 2 lavish Ecstasy..where a fine line of love..draws u closer with the colors 2 distract.a mood for romance..u puncuates positive angle 2 gravitate heights.. coats whats sexy abbreviates the draw of facial pleasures..never to forget.. what sells as..the high price spread..delivers free of charge..with no exception as it's down payment just rembrant moment..worn..a work of art.. being lost..find in time be 4 your portrait is gone..becomes..a purchase possessed..the optical illusion meeting what lies beyond color being rescued..free..I'm being SOLD..cast shadows with many eyes lookin on the portrait better known as...the Instruments of WOMAN..a musical rendition of notes read..the painting..Create..sheila T Jordan