Desire. 11″ x 15″. Acrylic and oil on paper. Created on El Patio February 2012.
Sometimes I wonder if she smiles for me
or for some wild entity
rampaging through the backyards of her mind,
tantalizing, slippery with lust and
parting her night with lunar hands.
Fallen from grace and wingless he comes
trailing smoke in the tomcat night,
clawing at her window, his hungry
face pressed hard against the glass
mouthing his irresistible song.
Trembling her invitation, thrilled to her bones
in the humming dark on naked sheets,
she longs for scarlet breath, volcanic depths,
a touch that opens lips and
his pulsing, swelling blood.
The night has teeth, tongues that lap
the flesh as cats ingesting milk. Flickering shadows
cloaking cries of skin, hallucinating seeds of ecstasy,
exploding stars, sighing moons and helpless birds
spinning through stirred clouds.
Bound by whispers, caressed by drums,
dancing in arms of fire igniting fire,
released and wanting, opening, closing,
surrendering to wolf and owl, she dreams
the ancient forests of desire.
Painting and Poem by Clinock.