Ode to Eros*

Ode to Eros*

Your colored appearance
How gives rise to passion dense,

And yet in paints
You lie so immortal
Never ever to be touched
Or maligned by ravages of time,

How You are made
To recline lavish,
And your posture
How bring the scent
Of musk,
Covering me
For times immemorial.

(*Note: upon a painting loosely based, as attached,a  Chinese oil painting,
#Eros: GODDESS of Love, )


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