* * * *
His playful face
lights the musty room
He knew (he must have) that these
knowing eyes would be
making bordering on madbad
love to strangers still today.
Her breath, drawn
into his majestic pure strokes
simple clarity leaves her gasping for air
for the longing in those eyes
captured forever makes her yearn.
Master of touch, skinless cheeks of crumbled
bones matted into wriggling earth
no matter! she would
dig like a dog with bare hands to find,
to slide her tongue over every finger, inhale...
smile
embrace his genius,
gently like a hushed waterfall
gushing into the dead sea
together he
and me.
* * * *
When I first saw this painting in the Rijks Museum in Amsterdam, I think I fell in awe.
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