the dearest canvas pulled taut beneath the
weight and the gravity of my openness surges,
streaming strokes of rare color over peach
armor. Trembling,
enclosed in delicate ebony twist,
we erect the creation, installation vertical – no –
a declining angle – to enhance certain
touches vapid at first glimpse.
a signature, unrestricted to a crook and script
pierces the canvas with the aromatic ink (sweat and sex)
We step back to admire
the masterpiece.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
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