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Mable

As I eternalize her on a virgin white canvas
She gazes at me sans a murmur, in a vanilla hush
The cinnamon blends in the tea pot on the mahogany table
As I capture her stroke by stroke, my adoring Mable

She is a bundle of joy to mold, to behold
In her luscious peacock blue as the palms grip and hold
As she struts her hips on the homely cat walk
I stare at her naked curves with a gaze of a sea hawk

She opens her lips as silence partakes
She dazzles in the presence of lavender stakes
In her velvet hat flowing in the breeze
She adorns her blue sans a single crease

As the brush head kisses the canvas floor
She smells like an angel in a jasmine flow
As the nostrils waltz as they embrace the jasmine white
The night is still beginning, ominously bathing in moon light

As the velvet explodes on to the canvas white
Lavenders bloom in to lofty heights
As her head glows in the soft serene breeze
The strokes run amok to capture, even her least

As the blue in her runs lazily on to the fabric wall
The peacocks eyes steal a stare at the glorious hall
The hall of her body, that glitters like sapphires in queue
She a roman goddess, Selene dancing in the dew

The dew that sips the lavenders on top
The dew that bathes the jasmines on her frock
She a beauty like no other on heaven on earth
As she gazes at me from her heavenly perch

As the last stroke is captured from now to an eternity
She lazily smiles, the velvet, the white and the blue shimmering in pretty
My voracious self runs towards her to feel her luscious presence
The paint brush laments the final strokes, in their abject absence

I clasp her too tight with my eager sweat-laden palms
As I kiss her navel with flattering snuggles bathing in my charms
In my haste, she slips from her perch, as free fell her bough
The vase tore in to pieces, my Mable in her last bow

poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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