Sunday, March 24, 2013

Digital Art: "Two Lips" (3.24.13)


Digital Art: "Fushia Lips" (3.24.13)


Digital Art: "Roots" (3.24.13)




Digital Art: "Eyes" (3.24.13)


Poetry: "Artist" (3.24.13)


Artist

The flat, broad canvas

of  your body

calls to me.

Come.

Let me paint

my love upon it,

imprint my desire.

I’ll sear your

wooden heart

with love’s graffiti,

I’ll sign my name

in your border,

I will mark you

mine.

Let me breathe

my soul into you,

make pliant flesh

of your marble joints.

Be this artist’s

greatest creation

decorated for all time

in lustful hues.

Poetry: "She Remembers" (3.24.13)


She Remembers

She remembers

my laugh

and oh,

my heart is held

still.

 

I didn’t think

I’d left

anything

behind.

Poetry: "Actor" (3.24.13)


Actor

I am an actor,

a great pretender.

I only appear human,

sane,

without worry.

 

But inside this

tightly closed lid

is an insect,

with a poisoned tooth,

with spindle legs.

Within I am an angry wasp,

a strained spring

ready to rip

though the fabric.

 

There are no nerves

to register the pain,

no heart to summon

the sympathy.

There are no tears.

 

Beware

 

of me

 

and my rusted-

nail

claws.