Art, Je Réfléchis
Walking into that wide room with the anxiety Of not knowing what to expect I see a big pair of eyes, their defined lashes upturned, surreal tears catching flashes of light As I get to know you better, I see more of you Your bare back extended My mind absorbed in the beautiful & disturbing image of your hands stretched up underneath your bottom I move along the wall, learning more of your story Feeling the breath of inspiration rushing into me A day which now feels seeped in fog Though I can still clearly see your breasts covered in shadows of patterns these images, although gone in their reality could forever give me comfort always alive in my mind you've become the engine of my inspiration and although I miss you I think You must be somewhere right? | Elsewhere, Mon Amour
by Nick Flynn Leaning from the platform, waiting for a glimmer To braid the rails the eyes of the action hero cut from the poster all that concrete pressing down A fine edge gleams around your body As if it could be contained The way each finger is licked, dipped & Rubbed across the gums until the teeth go away Even my hands kiss you A night broken down into grains If you find yourself lost, dig a cave in the snow, quickly you need shelter against the night A candle could keep you alive the engine of your lungs will heat the air around you, someone will miss you, they will send out dogs You must be somewhere right? |
