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A pink dining table
Whose pinkness perfumes your mind,
Dalias flame gently in the expressionist eye of an artist,
Their bodies glue all your attention
(with almost no other elements present)
and bring to the fore their material nature –
The texture and hues of the petals
Along with the breath of the pistil –
The depiction of holding hands and naked chests
To one another pressed
– a skinscape!
In the abundance of dahlias and creamy clouds,
Hides your numbness,
Feelings and thoughts are placed into the flowers,
Growing from a pink tabletop –
An infinite field of your running thought,
And there is nothing more to be sought
On this pink morning on Mer du Nord…
