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By Misti Date: 2001 Nov 03 Comment on this Work [[2001.11.03.14.40.6964]] |
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summoned by the frantic simmer the deep urge roiling in the gut to put all the angst and wonder and mystery and heartache and passion on canvas to splash it on not sparingly but with giddy screaming abandon look...there's no explaining an orgasm you don't go to school to break down the meaning of lust throw it on there like life being lived throw it on not like water dousing the fire but oxygen arousing the flames breathe it in inhale the dripping cerulean the spirals of fuschia the arcs of orange reminding you of sunset the taste of her skin mingling with cerveza and salt on the tongue silky soft blooming healing verbena this is a painting of verbena the verbena which survived a bumpy February and April's nibbling pests this is a backwards sprint regression on fucking purpose primal and filling bloodletting and pancakes. |