Wednesday, April 15, 2015

An act of breathing

meditating lady
calmly cross-legged
thinking nothing
intentional unmentionable

quiet riot
creeps beneath
wily smiles
holding denials

blissful kisses
near misses
Eros arrow
strung out
flying fishes

Bitter bites
strangled air
choking up
thick ness
never was

for ever.



Image of painting by Jean-Léon Gérôme (1824-1904) 'Painting Breathes Life into Sculpture, 1st v.' [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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