A kiss on the forehead
Triggers the trip down ecstasy lane
The two become the sculptor and the sculpture
He the potter and she the clay
He kneads into shape the supple body
Then the clay guides the potter
The slightest touch
Creates magical effects
Like graphic animations
On a PC player
Filling the canvas
With art unseen
Leaving the connoisseurs
Wanting for more
Saju Abraham
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-art-4/
