"serious art is born from serious play"
Julia Cameron

The problem with artists
is the way they look
at you as if
you're their
next meal.

You were never
flesh and bone,
a creature of feel.

You are a blank canvas
of space to roam,
the layered onion
for them to peel.

The unchartered map
left to explore,
until you are all but conquered
and turned into words on a page.

But when two artists meet,
I wonder if their agendas
dance with each other like
the bull and a matador.

one waving a red flag at the other
enticing the other to make a move,
and discover just how well
they can defend themselves

or if they both
bow in submission
in accordance to the laws of
"meeting your match."

or do they toggle back and forth
between bow and blow,
arching the horns into the
air with independent defiance

to kneeling their heads
into the sand with
doted reverence.

just two chemicals dancing
and inching around one another,
questioning whether
or not to form
a compound.