I just went to dinner, with a friend, today.
An Italian spot, everyone said was pretty hot.
So we went and checked it out.
And a Warhol Art Catalogue
and, the Subtle Art Of Not Giving a Fuck, later...
I'm poised on the couch dangling my ankles at a stucco ceiling,
sipping, Lemongrass and Spearmint, Tazo.
Nestled in the pillows of the loveseat chaise, visually meditating to a an
artistic orgasm on paper.
Overloaded, tranquil by Zen tea.
As we walk our fingers along the pages,
and the leaves, of the Humans of New York,
reading their vital and varied faces,
speckled by emotion.
Seen in the lines, movements, different scenes
and amongst all races.
I was entranced by such beauty...
😆🥰
About the Creator
©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse
Hi! I'm "That Girl Muse," author, artist, muse, poet, surrealist and spirit guide, who uses creativity as a means to heal the mind. Each poem's a lil' bit of Inure Muse's story @Find_the_muse & support my work. You can also book me online!


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