La belle envie

An artist is never afraid to get dirty and finally,
I've found a man who is just as dirty as I am.

Behind closed lids I see his face. Never have I
traced his cheek, yet every line and curve are forever
etched in my thoughts as if they were my own.

His eyes are reflections of me and my heart is
a mirror with gold guilded frame.

My lover watches beneath the stoke of my hand.
Intensely his eyes follow from leaded parchment
as I caress his shape, my fingertips besmirching.

A passionate love is a messy affair
and so is the pastiche that stains our skin.

In the madness of our carnal juncture,
we become a melodrama of orgasm  -  unpainted.

         (Artwork by Roberto Ferri)