Jetstream of spindle twisted love, a sea of burning smiles,
That fester, bubbling undercoat beneath cover of emerald eyes,
A wonderfall of passion, with embarrassment looking in,
Staring through candied fretwork, chewing on plastered skin.
In ecstacy of nothing, equlibrium between the senses,
And sight can smell what taste can hear, and all break their defences,
In unison with nobody, a gaze drifts beyond vibrant scapes,
Beautiful, glistening splendor from which fantasies take shape,
Blacks and whites and dazzling reds a palette free from grease,
A bristled edge that glides and swerves, a meaningful release,
Distorted dreams of virtues laced between shaded bright increase,
Opposites collide and blend forming a pattern to the piece,
And sharp edges contour over, never stabbing, drawing blood,
Never fading far from vision, never despoiled when ink did flood,
Accidents aplenty, and all were covered up by smudge,
Perfection ruined by the limitation, that nobody understood.