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An Artist's Musings
Shall it dance,
Lightly, across these wrists?
Let me stroke the tracery of veins
Faintly green beneath this thin
Skin that hides it from my
Inspection.
And what of beneath?
Having softly unrolled skin,
Shall I travel down the
Length of arterial wires –
Woven with nerves and bound muscle
In some ineffable tapestry?
Or shall I slash,
A swift, furious movement,
Pull away -
So network and all beneath,
A galaxy of pain and blood-blossoms
Are revealed before my searching eyes?
Beneath is an alien universe
Unfamiliar to me,
But stars that scream their pain.
I lay down this dissecting
Scalpel, this pen
On the paper, furious
Inkstrokes are left
To dry.
The girl laughs, dances
And her wrists –
They pulse
With the drumbeats
Of this life.
She lives, at last,
Not in the darkness
Of my bewildered brain -
But chasing the flying inkdrops
That stain this artist’s paper.
Critiques
Calliope
16 years 7 months ago
Actually
SeekerAfterTruth
16 years 7 months ago
Yay, It's Not Just Me
Seren
16 years 7 months ago
Dear Seeker ...
SeekerAfterTruth
16 years 7 months ago
Track?
SeekerAfterTruth
16 years 7 months ago
Eeep
Lonnie
16 years 7 months ago
Another Diamond in the rough!
SeekerAfterTruth
16 years 7 months ago
Thank You
professor
16 years 6 months ago
Hi Seek
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