You’re as limp as a wet stocking yet as frigid as a dry latex glove. Deflated, with the sculpted face of Dionysus. I could frame that face and hang you from my garden wall. I will bring the rope, but have you tie the knot. I will admire you from beneath every archway. I will sign my name below, like I sign my own face after the lipstick goes on.
Inspired by the painting, The Song of Love by Giorgio de Chirico