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‘Venere di Urbino’ Titian c1538

tourniquet capriccio

I fell into your beauty

as if it were a sorrow

a fine china broken

I enjoyed the seed

the doorstep threshing

a future past

entrance examinations

today you said

was always a matter

of my eyes spending time 

with spied intentions

caught or otherwise

surrendered to tides

and skies

you said

I was soul-black

pooling night’s escape

onto canvases

thin menisci and

teleportation devices

that I wanted to create

a keyed brush stroking

flash-bang-grenade effect

to disappear and reappear

inside desire

but you saw

I could only afford

to fade frenzy away

rusting in abandoned parts

I had never thought

to ask if you liked

before I discarded

any possibility

or symbiotic telemetry

of what we wanted to be

so you said poach me

a still as you can life 

a silt slippery meaning

beyond any expression

you found clever

and paint something

with a scent of me

inside your bleeding

here is where

we will begin

where love

stops receding

EJR ©