THE ART CLASS

 

THE ART CLASS

 

Broad and fine brush brushes

Waves and rivers intersect

When I try to paint the map of your desires

Fast, juxtaposed spots of colour,

that capture fleeting light.

Beneath the mask of liest describing your skin as simple and

there's no art in fighting.

But your moistened lips outshine almost all colour,

They remind me that your gaze explains why,

Every fabric reflects light in a unique way.

As you walk down the wild street

I hope someone understands your masterpiece.

Only you can explain beauty and peace,

Of the physical relief on the canvas that catches all light,

In the open wounds of a desperate past,

That you can see beyond the walls of loneliness...

Waiting for me, you float in the naked sea

Lines fade from loose paint

And shapes elude you at the end of my art class.