Art Walk

all black is the calmest gesture

alluring - inviting, kindly asking to stay away

the streets were filled with chest's that explode with art

a woman walks by with her ex-lover

she looks at him when he does not pay attention

she wishes he would rest in peace

upon leaves that fell from the tree they grew together

I stare at my fingers stained with red wine

I stare at lips stained with red wine

I do not want to kiss them

we walked into one gallery, filled with color

lingering too explosive for me at the moment

I wanted something slow

that creeps through the blood like injecting a needle

something subtle, infused with a hiding passion

penetrating and brutal

instilling hope

regaining fear

grieved by reality

stolen by the ethereal

I wanted to experience something that stirred in my chest

moving around my arms and back hungrily

looking for something that was lost, or perhaps never there

wild emotion in the shape of a snake infusing me

with a poison that is too sweet to ******

and too bitter to live through

I walked these streets, passed by these galleries

in a desperate attempt to seek this inspiration

this rage

this entity

this sadness

this satisfaction

this sensitivity

this coldness

this shame

this pride

I left with the feeling of being hallow

and realized perhaps that which I seek

perhaps cannot be found in a painting

or a photograph

cannot be mastered in physical form

that foreign sensation that starves

that foreign sensation that fills you like a glass of wine

is sleeping in the eyes of another person

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