Layers of layered shadows inching in
Receptive neurons glass my membrane of memories
Love not women but the beauty
In art forms where thy faces, bodies
None but a vague cubism plus
Real impressions I had collected
An old artist loves a young woman whose
Clitoris vibrates after guitar’s waving drops
Then—
I ignore the mortals, colors and see its continuity.
ps. some thoughts reading some posts lately, a quick write
2007-04-04 14:06:23
kokho ?2007-04-17 12:10:44??
None but a vague cubism plus
Real impressions I had collected
An old artist loves a young woman whose
Clitoris vibrates after guitar’s waving drops
Then—
I ignore the mortals, colors and see its continuity.
))
