Poem 9 (Rude Art)

Infatuated with a beautiful sky
            Dark pain brings  
Clouds of red rain, dripping    
            from the canvas    
The uglyiest thoughts, scarring words,  
                For a second    
I loved the caramel beauty  
             Then the winds  
Awoken me, something flew in  
                My eyes, it  
Was a sign that beauty  
               Is a bitch  
Nothing kind had been uttered  
              No true interest  
I threw black paint against  
             The canvas to  
Abstract these thoughts of an  
       Unrequited amorous Love  
I turned around on the  
           Stool, a second  
Paint brush began to paint  
            In long strokes  
A vanilla sky with passionate  
Eyes, fuck the  
First painting, this one is  
The art of    
love Reciprocated as we stroked  
          Together, like bodies  
Making love in a painting
 
Copyright of Red Curtain$ 3/23/19