Solomon's Robe

 

As the storm goes, so goes the painting, & the poem.

I will wear the robe of Solomon. come & gather before me,
you young & tender ones; rest upon the grass near my bench.
pay heed to this knowledge: as the storm goes, so goes the
painting, & the poem.

the storm approaches uninvited, in its fierce & bold magnificence.
it begets thunder & lightning & the roaring wind. it bestows fear &
awe in the hearts of those who witness, & worship.

so too must your creative endeavors be endowed with that same
fierce passion; put justified screams in your colors, & fire in your
words. regard the terrible rage of the storm, & you will know what
it is to make art.

which of you will come close to me, rest your head upon my knees
as I stroke your hair. by such an innocent act, I become aroused. I
will remove my robe, & you, your tunic. you will lay with me in my
bed of straw.

my eyes will gaze lavishly upon the blinding radiance of your naked
charm. my coarse hands will roam without restraint over your
roundness & your hollows. when my mouth attacks your surrendered
feast, my sucking will raise red marks upon your tingling flesh, as you
moan in ecstasy.

open your thighs, & draw me wantonly into the liquid center of your
femininity, lush, & just slightly tainted. fierce as the storm we will rush,
pulse by pulse, wet kisses by branding embraces, into the sunburst of
explosive nirvana!  yours & mine!

I have a need. when you lay with me, as the lion & the sheep lay
together, you will serve me well…


(Art by Roberto Ferri)

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