Painters’ Exhalations 19

Painters’ Exhalations 19

-after Pablo Picasso’s Harlequin and His Friend
a poem by Felino Soriano

Four eyes
trapped on a fixation
writing itself naked in a sentence of space.
Such a beautiful lean
atop a table’s muscular back,
the points of elbows
massaging and resting within a classic
collocation. Drinks evaporated, changing
containers of glass to the sliding
silk of moistened throats. Absent
as emotion in thwarting killers is
conversational mazes
leading to awkward obstruction,
a forcing to excavate. Paired in planted
quiet, they’ve alerted others with concrete
stares, alone, leave our style of
abstract togetherness.

~ by jwoodall on February 14, 2009.

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