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Master Painter
Creamy nude
With Peach undertones
Sugar subdued
Flesh on the bones
Renoir's dream manifested
Her valleys and hills spread wide
Temptation-tested
And electrified
The artist lifts his tool
To capture his Venus bare
Though an errand of a fool
With too much time to spare
Better to draw her
With the saliva of tongues
And the sound of her purr
When air escapes her lungs
Draw her in darkness or with blinded eye
And blend the oils o'er her skin
She does not inspire art -- but why?
Because she is art within
Let her tears be what you wet
Your paintbrushes in, and forget
your brow full of passion blood and sweat
Instead enjoy your last duet . . .
As to the real artist? It is she--
The greatest of all coquettes.
With Peach undertones
Sugar subdued
Flesh on the bones
Renoir's dream manifested
Her valleys and hills spread wide
Temptation-tested
And electrified
The artist lifts his tool
To capture his Venus bare
Though an errand of a fool
With too much time to spare
Better to draw her
With the saliva of tongues
And the sound of her purr
When air escapes her lungs
Draw her in darkness or with blinded eye
And blend the oils o'er her skin
She does not inspire art -- but why?
Because she is art within
Let her tears be what you wet
Your paintbrushes in, and forget
your brow full of passion blood and sweat
Instead enjoy your last duet . . .
As to the real artist? It is she--
The greatest of all coquettes.
Published 16th Dec 2016
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16th Dec 2016 1:02am
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16th Dec 2016 7:19pm
In addition to the soft and sensual imagery of this, and the artistic references, the ending couplet was fantastic,
17th Dec 2016 7:09pm
18th Dec 2016 7:49pm
It feels like detest for an artist that appreciates the physical beauty of a woman... I hope I'm wrong, becuz if I'm not that hurts :(...
I do admit your flow of ink is outstanding :)
I do admit your flow of ink is outstanding :)
18th Dec 2016 9:38pm
More that the world is obsessed with creating their version of reality-- women are immortalized through art-- but many times the artist or viewer never really knows them. throughout the history of art, beautiful women were painted, sometimes their husbands commissioned such work, and sometimes they were simply a muse. the artist paints what he sees, or is it what he wants to see? Having yourself drawn or painted is a sincere form of flattery, but many times those women hanging in the walls of art galleries were just a pretty face and nothing more. But perhaps there were women who were indeed the greater genius, having young talented painters capture their beauty to be shared with the world. Who was using whom? That's what I'm exploring here
19th Dec 2016 3:05am
I agree, as an artist it is the vision of what we see n our perception of it that generally becomes the creation...
I love your explaination, it's deeply intellectual, n I love that :)
I love your explaination, it's deeply intellectual, n I love that :)
29th Dec 2016 9:11pm
Wow dafanitly differant and I must admit I'm memorized by the medaforec flow before me. Great write.
9th Apr 2017 3:08pm
this is amazing writing, flows like silk over skin, very masterful display of words...
