My first half unfinished version of you is
Like a silent contract of mistrust
Smooth-faced and casting shadows
You stand over me
Sketched in red and pining
A softened solemnity regales itself to me
Deeply pierced I feel nothing
Except a choice refined.
Interestingly strange you seem
Portraits of the history of your face
Deference and masculinity line your stride
With blue-blood invention
Like a tired snow leopard in a sea of Purple bougainvillea
Just after summer satisfactions
Just for great art
Just another July afternoon sunlight sewn with astounding exactness
Flesh beneath a mannequin's costume
I watch and wait to see
No comments:
Post a Comment