Art Is Free

Art Is Free short poem

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A texture of flour coating her skin
ashy, she’d say, her body shifting
as if to rise but just as happy
pressed gently into the bed
my fingers spread across the cushion
of her belly and tickling a glissando
over the peaks of her hip bones

I begin to paint tongue as a brush
and lips smooth sponges taking away
the flavorless dust of her long
day leeching care and anxiety
thigh to ankle stretching her body
as a sailor might stretch a rope
before binding it around a rudder

some journeys have no course
just as my design upon her
has no center just a desire
to bring out the bronze burnish
from her recumbent form expose
her beauty in impermanent lines
and maybe strand a mole or papilla
in a moat of my yearning

eventually an end to art
must come, the timbre of her breath
spatters off the wall a first
salvo of a storm of a hurricane
its terrible swell started well
out to sea and rushing
to sweep us both away

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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