by
Anne Kuehn-Meier
A poem was written in co-operation from the british poet "Mark Slaughter" especially for that painting. Enjoy!
Original
Acrylic on canvas
100cm x 70cm
POA
POA
Passion
A sea breeze purred; caressed the naked sea,
That brimmed up eager ripples
Dancing out their satisfaction,
Feeling up the shoreline,
Arousing sandy floors.
Knee-deep, a trio of satin skins
Pouted femininity – egos firm –
And peered down upon their souvenirs érotiques:
Theirs was the carnal heat of lust knowledge –
Nearby, the macho evidence of recent want, latter take.
And minds remained entranced, ensconced,
Caring not that no more would he look upon them.
They’d had him – still stripped –
Attire now flotsam in whom they may have been:
The secret woman; one-night whim; brassy belle.
They saw his need for fresh mounds to work upon –
Buttocks anew, other open thighs;
Oh yes! more velvet aplenty lay yonder –
Familiarity a foreigner with this searching libertine!
And while a raw sky flared porn red,
Bleeding in its own lofty fantasies,
There remained a solemn girl
Hunched in self-consolation –
Lonely knees upholding lonely breasts
Suckled by her sorrow.
Abandoned in her posture,
She sighed her loss –
A hidden tear from being used.
She'd planned for other futures: a passion shared,
Compared with no other –
So he in his return would render her the one.
For a moment the sky blushed in shame; took the heavy blame
For seeing what it knew, yet it couldn't tell her.
So it changed back, forgot, and lusted after more.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
Don Juanismus
