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. Continue reading Painters’ Exhalations 19