A season’s work has come to fruition,
The bodied beauty in ivory stone
Stands tall with joy, in greek exultation,
To be seen under light, splendidly alone.
He poised triumphantly, that Adonis.
But under the shimmer of your light
Is revealed a mark; the shape of a kiss
On his lips, an embrace from late last night.
The artist in shock, his art was unmade.
This indulgent kiss, on his sensuous
Lips, became a love that would never fade
And no one but him found this treacherous.
The gaze of the boars that composed the art
Gored the artist & sundered him apart.
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 6:33 PM UTC
A season’s work has come to fruition,
The bodied beauty in ivory stone
Stands tall with joy, in greek exultation,
To be seen under light, splendidly alone.
He poised triumphantly, that Adonis.
But under the shimmer of your light
Is revealed a mark; the shape of a kiss
On his lips, an embrace from late last night.
The artist in shock, his art was unmade.
This indulgent kiss, on his sensuous
Lips, became a love that would never fade
And no one but him found this treacherous.
The gaze of the boars that composed the art
Gored the artist & sundered him apart.