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etude de nu
look at me & tell me I’m beautiful.
I wonder if she’s thinking that when she gives me her nude
etudes. & I wonder if I can paint her in blue verses on a
white background.
she is all contours & the color of night. brunette tousles, eyes
like pale moons; a faded rose mouth that hesitates to curve
(except for a kiss). tall like the lonesome pine.
she has cerise patches around torrid nipples, black studs in
her lobes, & a gold that was never mined, but remains raw.
if brooding is a color, she wears it well.
the flow of her tears marks her with rhinestone dapples, but she
calls it the rain. I would lick the watercolors that stream from the
factory of her passion; paint her explicit flesh with the madness
of my kisses, & trace her fiery edges with my hands.
my brutal affections pierce her skin with the scars of my obsession,
a warning to other men that she is captive art. she wears them like
Pictish tattoos.
I could say this ode is strictly a portrait of her, not a reflection of my
own vanity. but everything about me – is about her.
my pallid walls will be framed with lithographs of our desperate sex,
and the stained sheets, become a mural…
(Art: Armands Grundmanis)
Published 20th Nov 2016
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20th Nov 2016 4:49am
This is so beautiful, John.
'I could say this ode is strictly a portrait of her, not a reflection of my
own vanity. but everything about me – is about her.'
And as I read, it rains...
'I could say this ode is strictly a portrait of her, not a reflection of my
own vanity. but everything about me – is about her.'
And as I read, it rains...
Anonymous
20th Nov 2016 6:44am
Sir, darling, babe
in love , inlove, in love with this!!
in love , inlove, in love with this!!
20th Nov 2016 2:04pm
You have a knack for constructing these sentences that flow smoothly, and it does remind me of the soft and minimal touch required in art painting that takes time to master and is a labor of love at the same time..... Can I call it an ' impressionist poem ' ? Like classic art, your poems paint a visual oasis in a turbulent world.....
20th Nov 2016 11:53pm
Tell the truth, please
You really are Hemingway, minus the shotgun cigarette, aren't you?
Very excellent read, Sir John
You really are Hemingway, minus the shotgun cigarette, aren't you?
Very excellent read, Sir John
21st Nov 2016 2:36am
Your word's always paint a beautiful picture, John. Reading you puts me in a better mood! Excellent write! 😊
Anonymous
21st Nov 2016 5:44am
John, this stole my breath....you pull emotions to my surface to the point of getting flushed...
"I would lick the watercolors that stream from the
factory of her passion; paint her explicit flesh with the madness
of my kisses, & trace her fiery edges with my hands."
God Damn....With love, always - Kitten xoxo
"I would lick the watercolors that stream from the
factory of her passion; paint her explicit flesh with the madness
of my kisses, & trace her fiery edges with my hands."
God Damn....With love, always - Kitten xoxo
21st Nov 2016 1:07pm
"if brooding is a color, she wears it well."
"I could say this ode is strictly a portrait of her, not a reflection of my
own vanity. but everything about me – is about her.
my pallid walls will be framed with lithographs of our desperate sex,
and the stained sheets, become a mural…"
Loved those parts especially. And I had to look up words! I love that shit!
"I could say this ode is strictly a portrait of her, not a reflection of my
own vanity. but everything about me – is about her.
my pallid walls will be framed with lithographs of our desperate sex,
and the stained sheets, become a mural…"
Loved those parts especially. And I had to look up words! I love that shit!
21st Nov 2016 7:33pm
John you really should publish a book of noir poetry. It would sell out in a flash
and with entries like this be read in one night.
and with entries like this be read in one night.
21st Nov 2016 9:27pm
I love the generosity of these lines:
I could say this ode is strictly a portrait of her, not a reflection of my
own vanity. but everything about me – is about her.
An effective painter, or poet, tries to let his subject speak for herself. The choice of colors, or words, are his, but the soul is her own. The finest of etudes...
I could say this ode is strictly a portrait of her, not a reflection of my
own vanity. but everything about me – is about her.
An effective painter, or poet, tries to let his subject speak for herself. The choice of colors, or words, are his, but the soul is her own. The finest of etudes...
21st Nov 2016 11:36pm
