Blank canvas
Intimidating
Promising
Almost like looking into the sun
Tubes of paint
Buttery and soft
Linseed oil
Like lube
Brushes, phallic instruments
Canvas becomes the vessel
Creating a picture of souls exposed
When I paint
It is of unknown lovers
Yet to be met
Like the blank canvas
There is promise in that
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2 comments:
love the comparing of painting. life and sex. and that wonderful last line.
I always see the connection between creating and sex...love
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