Wednesday, October 20, 2010

When She Sings

When she sings
He paints pictures of heaven
With an olive branch
Scraping ochre colored rag vellum

When she stops
He lays down his branch
And longs for the taste
Of  flesh from her upper thigh

When she sings
He paints pictures of hell
With the tips of a lepers fingers
Organic depth, fleshy tribute

When she stops
He washes the paint from his hands
Lays still and touches himself
Living for the next time

When she sings


  1. hot and vivid imagery.
    well done.

    I invite you to attend Thursday Poets Rally week 31
    let me know when you are ready.
    Thanks a lot.

    two awards for this week’s participation.