ART OF THE SHE

Flowing lines of

Water color consciousness

Fall out of her eyes

To embrace & console me.

Fallibly flowering fear

In my dead stained eyes

Is beauty in the art world

Of pencils & ink blots.

Festering kisses

Of elves that have known me;

Priests that have stoned me;

Allowed me this madness...

Flowing lines of

Water color consciousness

Fall out of our eyes

Standing separate united -

Piercing our blood shame

We will not be divided -

As together alone

We drown in our sadness.

© AUGUST 23, 2000 By Jason Wright

-For Melisssa-

Who's Art Inspired My Own